The brunette

You walked over to the right wall of the cell, wanting to test out the brunette. She was very pretty: Big hazel eyes, which looked fearfully at you. Full, pouty lips, that would look just perfect wrapped around your cock. She was wearing a low cut dress, which gave ample view of her full cleavage. Her breasts were perfect, not too big, not too small. Her had a skirt which was meant to go down to her ankles, but you had torn it when you had captured them all. What was left just barely covered her womanhood, which was completely exposed to the cold air. Her creamy thighs were also exposed. She was young, maybe 19 or 20, most likely still a virgin. How you would love to deflower her. Your raging hardon pressed against your pants, and she looked down at it fearfully, understanding just why she was being kept down here.