The girl remained motionless. She waited for the penis to soften and diminish. It did not. She started to twist and bend, trying to throw herself off the violation. The leverage was not good. The angle wasn’t right. Her most powerful try only succeeded in raising her half up his member. Then she only sank down on it again.
She groaned, drool unavoidably collecting behind her teeth and dripping over her lower lip onto the man’s stomach. She wriggled her hands and pulled her arms, but the metal cuffs only clicked and held her. She looked down at her exquisite body held by the delicate black lace. For a fleeting second, her mind told her Peter was right. The groupies were right. She had been asking for this. She deserved this. She was nothing but a cocktease bitch.
Terri howled in the night. A burbling gasp was all that emerged from behind her gag, but it was enough.
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