Her curved, succulent breasts, though small, still flowed about easily, despite the poorly laced, dark blue leather vest holding them tightly to her. Xnx Bliss. She, without a command, understood his dark want. She nearly went mad, fighting between pleasure and pain, revulsion and exctasy, as her long, succulent legs fell into the pleasure, unconsciously wrapping about the rapist’s waist, unwillingly pulling him deeper into her, forcing himself into a deeper frenzy of thrusting. Whipping her head about as his hips continued to slap against her hind, she grunted and whined and squeled for mercy. Shrieking, she turned away, refusing to look at him, as one bear like paw gripped both of her wrists, pinning them above her head, the other ravaging her plump breasts, molesting the lucious flesh.
