He pushed her back onto the bed and laid on top of her, kissing her with a passion that only fanned the flames growing in her loins.He pushed her back onto the bed and laid on top of her, kissing her with a passion that only fanned the flames growing in her loins. She wanted to hold him close, press her body harder against him, but her hands were still chained. Indeed, he had hooked the chain of the handcuffs with his left thumb and was holding her arms above her head. He leaned to one side and with his free hand, began unbut- toning her blouse. She was panting too hard to voice the slight- est protest, she was too aroused. With her arms pinioned above her, and her body helpless under his weight, she could feel his hardness against her mound. She felt exposed, and helpless, and as he began to caress her breasts, she could swear she was about to come. She struggled and squirmed, but only ended up rubbing herself against him harder. Then he began to use his mouth, twirling her nipple with his tongue. She couldn't resist any longer. Hooking her legs around behind his, she ground herself against his cock. She wanted it inside her so badly that she was determined to push it through the two intervening layers of denim. She strained her arms against the cuffs, her chest was heaving when he bit down on her nipple. Her scream echoed throughout the attic room. |