STOP! Sex Don’t let him touch me! Her mind kept screaming, where is my dress!? He could feel her pushing against the mattress beneath him so he pinned her down even more. Yes, yes yes. It was maddening, this play of violence and subtleness. I’ll be licking you and touching you and kissing you all over.“
He started kissing her ears, her temple, her eyes. It felt far, wherever she was taken, she couldn’t fathom where she was. no GPS tricks there. Numbness in her arms had new meaning. A motor response. He was pushing rope between her stomach and legs then over her body to tie down her arms to her back. A slow sacrilege. He crawled on her like a pig, eyes shut, delaying the sighting of her panties, his mad oily cock slipping and sliding on her muffled screaming face as his face found the area around her flat stomach. She fought to hang on to her sanity as he pulled at the front of his panties, allowing his monstrous, eel like cock to fall forward, bouncing in the air like a cobra. Only daddy knows. My piss, my cum, my sweat. He leaned forward and snipped off the cable ties securing her knees together.
