The Beauty Of Bound Wings Part 8

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She screamed as loud as she could, her body not holding back at all as he pounded intense pleasure between her legs with each thrust. Over and over he slammed his pelvis against her hips, clapping echoes along the walls in time with her cries of pleasure and moans of lust.

“Please keep-!” she tried to say, but the ramming of his solid penis inside her was too much.

 

Then he pulled out and lengthened her restraints. She felt freedom in her limbs and made a mad attempt to claw his body back on top of her, but he wrapped an arm around her body tightly. That alone was enough to send another pulse through her body, and then she found her arms and legs crossing over each other. The restraints pulled tight again from the stretching of her limbs, and he buried her cheek in the bed sheets while he straddled the underside of her thighs. Her shoulders strained with her arms being tugged under her bulging breasts, and her knees bent sideways under each other with her ankles still being tugged. He had only loosened her bonds so that he could turn her onto her front, and in this awkward contortion of her limbs she now felt truly ***. She had neither the strength or the leverage to get away… and she loved it.

 

His firm hands parted her buttocks harshly, and once again he was ramming into her, only this time her rear end was taking the brute *** of his bushy pelvis. He hammered down on top of her, her juicy cheeks squashing beneath him while his penis penetrated her harder and faster than ever. His left hand reached under her, and in a mess of arms he clawed her breasts so hard she thought he might rip them from her chest. The stretching of her bulbous skin was stinging, but she loved it. Then his other hand wrapped around her throat and he pulled her head back.

 

“You are going to push your rear towards me as hard as you can. Is that understood?” he asked while holding himself inside her as hard as he could.

“But, Sir, I can’t move.” He tugged on her throat even harder, beginning to crush her windpipe. The lack of oxygen made her giggle.

“Do it.”

She tried with all her might, laughing now at the flooding sensation of pure sexual pleasure as he pulled out, only to drive back in between her tightly hugging labia. She pushed herself against him, unable to make any noise at all with her mouth wide open. A silent scream of final satisfaction.

 

He tightened his hand around her throat, tightened his claw on her breasts and his arm against her chest. His legs tensed, his stomach curling in to bury his load deep inside of her. His penis bounced once, then twice, and on the third pulse he exploded inside his condom. She felt the heat from his penis radiate outwards, still ***d deep inside of her vagina, and at last she was able to make a muffled groan past his clenching hand on her neck.

 

Finally he relaxed, his entire body weight collapsing on top of her contorted form, and she breathed in heavily with his hand releasing her throat. She coughed, her body heaving air, which added to the pressure of his body on her back. Her breasts bulged more than ever within his claw, coughing over and over to regain some focus in her blurry vision.

“Thank…” she eventually managed to say over her shoulder, “you… Sir.”

His fingernails dug into her breast as the last of his hormones drained into the condom, still bouncing inside her from the aftermath.

“You are most welcome. I have but one more question.”

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I have no words. That was really good