Make good use of the serum girl.

Roughly, you spin the serum girl around and push her forward against the trunk of a tree. Taking the silk sash that had tied her tunic in place, you bind one end of the sash around a slim wrist. You raise the tied wrist high above the girl's head before looping the free end of the sash over a branch of the tree you have her pinned against. You bind the ****'s other wrist, leaving both hands now bound above her head.

The loose, unsecured tunic is no obstacle to access to the girl's body, and your hands roam freely beneath the white silk vangla. You cup firm breasts and buttocks as you wish, kneading and pinching her soft female flesh to make her squeal and tremble delightfully. Her dark eyes flash with resentment at her capture and manhandling, but she remains silent and makes no attempt to struggle, perhaps aware that resistance would be futile.

You unbuckle your belt and let it fall to the ground along with the pouches and sheathed weapons attached. You reach into your breeches and pull forth your hardening cock. Despite the girl's annoyance at her capture, her gaze falls on your stiffened rod, and she moans lightly in her need as she assesses the length and girth of your manhood. The girl is obviously ripened and most likely ignited, relishing the prospect of feeling your hard flesh inside her, even though her attempt at escape from servitude has been thwarted.

You hook one hand behind a knee and haul one of the girl's legs up to your hip. You have to stoop to lower your cock to the level of the serum girl's peren. Her saer is slick with juice as you guide the tip of your cock to the dark meat of her netherlips and easily slide inside her. The heat and wetness of her saer engulfs your twyll in a tight embrace, and you feel her body instinctively spasm and clutch at your rigid manhood.

You thrust at a leisurely pace, rewarded by lusty moans from the serum girl as she helplessly responds to the movement of your hard fod within her. After barely a dozen or so thrusts of your cock the girl cries out and her body shudders and trembles in your grasp. Truly, the girl must be ignited to be brought to the arva-orra so easily. The serum with which she was ruked must have been gleaned from born women with remarkably potent ****-fire.

The serum girl reaches a climax of heat twice more as you continue to brol her in a relaxed and steady pace, each time crying out in ecstasy and quivering uncontrollably in your arms. You withdraw your manhood from her after this, not knowing if the girl has recently drunk **** bitters and therefore unwilling to release your bryth inside another man's **** if she may be fertile. Instead, you intend to release her from her current binds and spend your seed in a safer fashion within her inviting mouth while she is on her knees before you.