Start With A Titjob, No Need to Rush

You calm down slightly. Afterall, her fantasy was to be helpless and free for any man to use and impregnate. It would be wrong of you to offer her anything less then that. However, you don't have to start with the big guns yet. You pull off your belt buckle and let it clatter against the ground. Her knees shake with anticipation. Or perhaps fear. Or perhaps both. Your pants fall to your ankles, and you pull out your long hard cock, straining from the site of this girl, totally helpless, totally yours to do whatever you wish with.

She gurgles a whimper through her gag. You raise a hand to her lip and collect some of the drool hanging from her chin, and rub it over your cock to lubricate it. She groans and tilts her head back at the sensation of your touch. Then you rise on to the toilet, positioning your cock right above her. She squirms, lightly in place, unable to move further because of her bindings. And then, with a sudden jolt, you grab her ample tits and squeeze them together, leaving a hole in between them. A hole to be filled by your cock.

You slide yourself between her tits, shoving and thrusts her breasts. She gasps through the gag. Her tits are free to be manipulated and controlled, and used to massage your dick. They become a toy for your pleasure. You thrust again and again, harder and harder, urged on by the soft comforting feel of her breasts.

Her own hips thrust lightly into the air, the glisten of need clearly visible on her puffy lower lips. She wants a cock inside of her. You can hear it in her helpless grunting, and in the writhing and twisting of her body against yours. Along the way, the pressure of her flesh massaging your cock closer and closer to orgasm. The only question is where to put it.