She Struggles in Vain

The girl struggles with her bindings at the word "owner". No doubt she'd come here expecting a gang bang, not to be left as one man's personal breeding hole. It matters not one little bit. Her struggling is futile. The tight restraints hold her firmly in place. There will be no escape for her.

"See, you've put yourself into my hands." You stroke your chin. "I haven't told anyone else about this little rendezvous and no one else is coming. I'm going to leave you here. Locked up for hours. Seeding you again and again until your cunt is bursting with my sperm. You're not being let out until you have a baby in your belly. My belly." You brush your finger against her clit. That really sets her squirming into overdrive.

"From now on, you're mine." You give her clit a pinch. She whimpers pathetically into her gag.

"Your womb is mine." Her chest heaves, ample breasts rising and falling dramatically.

"Inside and out." Her juices run down her thighs.

"For as long as I want." You rub her clit faster and faster. She shakes her head wildly, long hair flying every which direction.

"To do whatever I want with." Your got gets harder and harder. The moment of impregnation is coming.

"Mine." She's panting now. Loudly, like a female dog deep in heat.

"Mine." You repeat, she bucking her hips wildly now, succumbing to the power of your finger against her clit.

"Mine." The girl can at last hold it in no longer. Left **** and with her clit teased and tormented, she can't stand it any longer. The girl spasms with a shameful orgasm, even squirting over your hand. You pull it back, watching her essence drip drip drip on to the floor. You know she can't see you, but you pull your hand back and taste her. If every pussy tasted sweet it was now.