Grind against Emma's slit

Taking hold of Emma’s ankles, you press her legs back against her chest. Each of your hands takes hold of a smooth calf and holds it steady as you slide your rod against her pussy lips. You drive forward, enveloping you meat between her inner thighs. You rest your chest against her legs, the soft skin rubbing against your cheek as her feet wiggle over your right shoulder. Emma moans into her gag as your cock slides along her slit, its head brushing over her sensitive clitoris and dark bushy pubes. Your hands find her small breasts, lightly squeezing them as you tease the little pink nipples that are hardening. “Aw, Gaw,“ Emma moans around her ballgag as her breathing grows heavier as she grinds herself against your rod, her juices slicking up the underside of your dick and pooling on your ballsack.

“Ahh, look at my little Emma. Is she letting a stranger get her off like some sort of slut?” The captive girl nods her head enthusiastically. You pull the gag out of her mouth, letting it hang around her neck. “Say it.”

“I’m a little slut,” she says her sultry British accent. “Please, sir…oh, god… make your little slut cum.” You stroke harder as you keep burrowing between her thighs, your fingers slipping into her mouth. Suddenly, you pull back and aim your meat at her soaked twat. Your wet fingers find her clit as you ram your self into her tight pussy, her bound thighs making it difficult to get more than a couple inches into her. “Yes!!! Thank you sir!” she screams as she starts to tremble. You wrap your arms around her shaking legs as Emma gives in to her orgasm, the spasms in her twat massaging the head of your cock. You are pushed over the edge by Emma’s climax, blasting a load of jizz into her twat before pulling out and painting the back of her thighs in semen.

“Oh fuck, that was tremendous.,” the girl says as she catches her breath “I should phone the police but… wow.”

So what’s next? Ask her out? Invite her to your place? Punish her for enjoying it?