He Gets to Work

Mouthful of soap? Check.

Naked? Check.

At the mercy of a sociopath? Check.

Insanely aroused? Check...

His hands are wandering the exposed undersides of your thighs and he leans in to gather a large whiff or your aching pussy.

"Oh God... this is why I do this. She always gives me the tightest, sluttiest pussy ever. Part of the magic is once you get close to me you can't help yourself. It's a fail safe for the... more disciplined types. You can't help it, your body is wired to want me. After a few hours you will beg and plead and cry for me to spray my semen against your cervix and make you a woman forever. It always happens and I love it. So will you."

With his last words you feel his strong hands under your knees as he shifts himself into position, his cock tracing the lips of your pussy. It's so wet that he doesn't even stop to lube up before slowly pressing into your eager beaver. A shock of need and shame blasts through your body as you shake violently and try to thrash against the restraints. He simply chuckles as he painstakingly presses more of his thick cock into you and delights as you whimper sweet noises around the giant bar of soap. He fills you down to the base of his cock and then begin slowly easing back. Again and again, building momentum every time, leaving you convinced your leg will pop out of socket with his thick cock and heavy weight. Yet nothing but pleasure urges through your body, no pain as the hymen breaks and your vagina yields.