Casting the free end of the cord around the corner post of the headboard, he drew on it, dragged her arm nearly straight. She thought no more about it as she turned toward the refrigerator. What's gotten into you? She had stopped struggling. It was there when he woke up in the morning and with him when he went to bed at night. He longed for her to writhe under him, whimpering with passion as his prick pumped in and out of her spuming pussy. She would hate him. Put me down and you can make love to me if you want to.

Sex slave as table picture


Each was about four feet long. Slipping the loose ends through the knobs, he tied figure-eight knots. She had stopped struggling. He thought of the cleft between those legs, and his leaked pre-cum. It was there when he woke up in the morning and with him when he went to bed at night. Something made him glance down at the ropes in his hands. The curve of her ass molded the soft material, gave a hint of her lush, soft roundness. He felt the warm softness of her tits under his ass as he sat on her. He didn't need the sleek line of her thighs, the hint of muff that betrayed she was a bleached blonde. But, by damn, if he did do it, it would give him a chance to show her how good fucking could feel. Carefully, he eased around the table in the center of the kitchen. Put me down, Max! It all clicked together in Max's mind and he felt the muscles in his stomach tighten. Ignoring her scream of shock and terror, he shifted his grip, got a firm hold on both her wrists with one hand. Goddammit, he had some rights, didn't he? He wished once, just once, he could get her really turned-on. The sight of her in her robe, as unsexy as it was, made his balls steam. With the sick, tight, do-or-die feeling chewing away at his gut, he gathered up the strands of cord. There was fear in her eyes as she tested the rope. She was his wife, for God's sake! He longed for her to writhe under him, whimpering with passion as his prick pumped in and out of her spuming pussy. He was back around and ready to pounce before she had hit the mattress. He had a hard-on without looking at the calendar hanging over his workbench. Put me down, I said! Kim had seen him coming out of the workshop with something in his hand.

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4 thoughts on “Sex slave as table picture

  • Mozilkree
    09.10.2018 at 17:54
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    His cock throbbed harder at the thought of her. He felt the warm softness of her tits under his ass as he sat on her.

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  • Akinorisar
    14.10.2018 at 23:29
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    Her voice was shaking badly. His rubber-soled shoes were silent as he crossed the sunlit yard.

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  • Grozshura
    16.10.2018 at 01:49
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    He longed for her to writhe under him, whimpering with passion as his prick pumped in and out of her spuming pussy.

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  • Faeshakar
    17.10.2018 at 19:00
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    What good was it when she did let him have his way with her? He would get his rocks off in fine fashion, by damn.

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