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Chapter 8 by Torg Torg

What next?

Fulfill the dream

You reach over and grab your shirt off the floor, and you use it to tie Loretta's arm to the bedpost.

"Oh, John. You have the best ideas!" she whispers hoarsely.

You find her nightie next to the other side of the bed and use it to tie her other arm to the bed.

"Your cock looks amazing, but I don't know if it'll fit inside me," she says with a little worry in her voice.

"I'll make it fit," you say with a low growl. You find her panties next to the nightie and stuff them gently into her mouth. She moans and arches her back. You kiss her face and whisper in her ear. "I have you trapped and you can't get away. That gag means you can't call for your daddy. I'm gonna take what I want from you: your sweet cherry is mine! There's nothing you can do."

She keeps moaning as you kiss her neck and shoulder. You move down her neck to her chest, circling around the left breast, then circling the right one.

"I can do whatever I want to you and you can't stop me."

She lets out another whimpering moan.

You take both tits in your hands, squeezing them hard, then you pinch both nipples and twist them. She shrieks into the gag, but you think it's too loud, so you put your hand over her mouth. Her eyes go wild looking at you and she starts struggling. Her legs are not tied, so she could kick you or something, but she's just playing along.

Now you suck a nipple and chew it a little. A tiny squeak slips out of her throat. You switch nipples and suck this one very hard. That squeak becomes an extended squeal. Your hand keeps her outburst from being too loud.

What's next?

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