The beast

Her gaze was intense, her entire body quivering with the aftermath of her orgasm. With her hands still cuffed behind her back, she straddled me on the couch, her eyes filled with a fierce hunger.

"You have no idea what you've done," she whispered, her breath hot against my skin. "You've awakened the beast inside me."

In one fluid motion, she slipped out of the cuffs and hooked them onto my hands behind her back. I sat there in shock as the beautiful blonde straddled me, releasing my hard cock from my jeans.

Without warning, she began riding me aggressively while muttering to herself under her breath. "It's been so long," she whispered with a hint of desperation. "No, no, I shouldn't...I can't...oh fuck, I can't stop."

"It's not him," she mumbled as she continued to move on top of me. "No, no," she shook her head in defiance towards some invisible ****.

"I'm going to fuck him," she growled with determination and need. The sound of her voice sent shivers down my spine as I surrendered myself to her wild desires.

As her hips moved faster and her nails dug deeper into my skin, I couldn't help but get lost in the intensity of the moment. Her glazed eyes held a mix of pleasure and pain, driving me closer to the edge.

But as she orgasmed, her words brought a wave of conflicting emotions. She was sorry, yet filled with desire. I couldn't decipher what she truly wanted from me. And as her body collapsed on top of mine, I was left feeling both satisfied and conflicted by our intense encounter.

As she sank down, her lips still wet with the taste of my arousal, she asked in a husky voice, "Who are you?" Her gaze burned into mine as she continued to pleasure me. "Who have you been with?" A mischievous smirk played on her lips. "I can taste the essence of another woman on this cock," she purred, running her tongue along its length. The scent of sex and sweat hung heavy in the air as we reveled in our carnal desires.