Vivia's pussy

Vivia hung like a tangled marionette, tugging at the rope binding each of her limbs to the point of chafing and finding only a surety in the helplessness of her predicament. As she felt her arms pulled against her middle, and her legs prised apart by strong fingers, the thick rod prodding at her bared behind found purchase in her quim.

It was big—bigger than anything she'd ever had—but her womanhood was well-lubricated after the stimulating ride she was **** to take, and the ogre was able to push his cock inside her. She found herself moaning around the bit in her mouth, her pussy still sensitive, and still very much eager for release. As she was slowly filled, the ogre's free hand moved to wrap nearly all the way around her waist.

She gasped deeply as his grip tightened to clutch her body firmly. The girth of his cock stretched her pussy tighter than he held her, but the ogre's grasp still took her breath away. Once he had a steady hold, he began to fill her the rest of the way, using her body like a toy.

Vivia let out a **** moan as she was thrust onto his manhood, legs **** wider as they were pressed against his hips. His deep, gruff grunts boomed down from behind her with every thrust, echoing alongside her cries off the cliffs surrounding them. He stuffed her to the limit, drawing out noises of blubbering pleasure and ecstatic anguish before pulling her back off his massive member and allowing her a gasping respite that lasted but a moment, and then she was filled up again to repeat whatever slurred squalling she had left.

Some time after she lost count of his thrusts she reached a furious orgasm, shuddering in her bonds as she drooled around the bit in the throes of pleasure. The pounding continued through it until she came again, her sore pussy drooling alike as her moans turned to paltry squeaking.

Finally, the ogre loosed a last, triumphant groan, slowing his pace down to sharp, perfunctory rutting as his cock flooded her with hot seed, gripping her body a bit tighter for that long moment of satisfaction. Then, his arms dropped, suddenly slack, slipping her dripping cunt off his twitching girth as her body swung to his side, practically limp in his massive hand.

Vivia was spent; she couldn't help but pass into an exhausted slumber, unable to remember what happened between then and waking, or how long she had slept. It couldn't have been long, though, as when she woke...