She was caught.
Positioned on her knees and arms restrained above her head, without sight she waited in fear. Her other senses alive, she could smell salt water and hear the low tones and movements of men. They were strong, reserved men - professionals.
Adrenaline running wild inside her and heavy breaths made her breasts heave. They looked magnificent in her silk slip, wet with damp surroundings. Wet trickled down her leg. She was confused by her arousal and tried to conceal her body's lust. But even she could smell the mix of fear and desire.
Footsteps of boots came toward her and stopped inches in front of her.
He could feel her breath.
She wasn't going anywhere.
Silence. She felt his gaze burn into her. Unable to breathe, her cunt beat as her heart.
Facing straight ahead into the pitch black, she could smell him and parted her lips instinctively. Her cunt wet, she hears his smirk as he plunges his hard cock into her wet mouth - down her throat. He holds it there as she chokes and shudders. Fingers plunge into her dripping cunt and pull out before she can cum. He pulls his cock out and she groans with neediness. Her breaths are heavy with desperation.
She listens intently as he zips his jeans. He twists her nipple and smiles amused then walks away, leaving her dripping and moaning.
She loves to feel such desperate desire.
