You’re Caught Off Guard, Handcuffed, Teased, & Pounded From Behind

“Taking selfie videos, are we?”

I stride into the room, prompting you to hastily turn around.

“Oh hey,” you reply with a slight reddening of the face. “Yeah, I was just taking some pictures.”

“Really?” I question, causing you to tense up a bit. “Looked like you were taking a video to me… It was a video, wasn’t it?” my voice sharpens.

“Yes, it was a video,” you reply with an eyeroll.

“You do know the difference, right? ” I grin, staring back at your annoyed expression.

“Are you gonna pick your phone up off the floor?”

“Yes, I’m gonna get it,” your head shakes mockingly as you reach down to grab the phone.

“Don’t get smart with me, cutie. I’m not the one leaving my phone on the ground,” my brown tightens. “I don’t need your embarrassed, little attitude. Do you understand me?” the displeasure in my voice heightens.

“Nobody’s embarrassed,” you shoot back.

“Oh really?” I smile.

With a menacing flicker in my eyes, I step towards you. Your head tilts back to maintain eye contact as I tower over you with a devious grin. Suddenly, my hand reaches for the underside of your chin. My palm presses against your neck as my fingers dig into either side of your cheeks. I force your head back, sending your gaze to the ceiling. Powerfully, I stand over you with a cold, narrow stare.

“Really? No one’s embarrassed? Hmmm… we’ll see how long that lasts,” I chuckle.

I release my hold on your face, but it is quickly exchanged for a tight grip around both of your arms. I turn you around, bring your arms behind your back, and join your wrists together. You hear a clanging metal as I search my pockets. Quickly, I pull the binding culprit from my back pocket and click the dark, conjoined, steel bracelets around your wrists. You struggle, trying to break from them. But they offer your hands very little movement.

“Aww, what’s the matter? Are you stuck?” I laugh cockily.

Frustrated, you tug against the handcuffs as my hands glide down your abdomen. I lower my lips to your ear and press my pant-covered erection against your ass. My fingers slip under the end of your shirt, rolling up your top and exposing your chest.

“Oh my god… look at you,” I admire.

My forceful hands flip up your bra and span my fingers across your boobs.

“Jesus Christ, babygirl. You have such beautiful tits,” I chide with sultry praise while holding your boobs and shaking them in my cupped hands.

I kiss down your neck and begin commandingly massaging your chest. You feel my hands groping your tits in circular motion. My palms apply a strong pushing pressure while my fingers reach across the surface and squeeze. I kiss down your soft skin, sending a series of weakened moans from your lips. Understanding of your enjoyment, I bite down hard, sinking my teeth further into you.

Tingling shockwaves dart across your shoulders as I lay my ripping bite into you. Your head rolls aside, further exposing your neck, and your cuffed hands reach between my legs. You feel around for a moment. Then begin gently playing with me through my pants. Your fingers rope around the outline of my erection and tug playfully. I reply gratefully, kissing down your neck. Then, with a smile you turn your head, and we share a passionate embrace.

With our lips pressed together, I allow my palms to release your chest. My fingers gather around your nipples, teasing you with small, light plucks, watching in thrill as your body jolts responsively. I give a big smile as our kissing is broken by your sensitive gasps.

“Uh oh, are you having trouble?” I jest with a severing tug of your nipples.

“Fuckkk,” your voice lets out as I pull your nipples away from your body, causing your back to arch and chest to follow my fingers.

“What’s the matter?” I mock in a flirty tone. “Go on, tell me. What’s the matter?” the pressures on the ends of your nipples tightens as you moan wildly.

“NOTHING… Nothing… nothing’s the matter,” you reply, trying to cool yourself down amid the pain.

Guided from behind, my body pushes you forward. Still twisting and pulling your nipples, I walk you to the bed and throw you down face first into the pillow. My nails reach under your pantline, quickly tearing down your jeans and gathering them at your knees.

“Keep your back arched and ass up,” I command.

Receptively, you stick your ass out. Then, I slide out of my pants, bringing my boxer briefs with them. My dick spills out, sticking straight toward your ass. I lean in slightly, and you feel the warm, throbbing of my penis digging into the underside of your inner thigh. I hold the base of my shaft and slap my cock against your ass a few times. Then, one of my hands buries into your hair, taking a tight grip on your head. The other hand assists as I guide my throbbing, hard, veiny cock inside you. Your body waits in awe as I send myself into you. Your walls conform to the veins of my shaft, your mind flutters in pleasure, and we both let out echoes of enjoyment.

My tip presses to the back of your vaginal wall; then pulls toward your opening. I glide my hips, gently forming a pace. My lower body pulls back, then shoots forward. Slowly, I increase the pace until I send a shivering shot to your body.

“Fuckk,” you let out wildly.

I load up, pulling my tip towards your opening. The anticipation builds inside you, and…

“Fuckkkk”, you whine as I pummel my cock deep inside you.

My grip on your hair tightens and I form a rhythmic pace. Your hands remain locked in place behind you and your ass shakes violently as I brutally pound you from behind.

“FUCK.. FUCK.. FUCK.. FUCKKK!” your voice heightens with each convulsing body shot.

My grip leaves your hair and resumes around your thick, round ass. I give your butt a slap. Then, my nails dig into either side of it. I squeeze you from behind while continuing to rhythmically pound you from behind. Over your moans, you can almost hear my growling, pleasured grunting.

“You’re so FUCKING sexy,” my voice growls as I send another slap across your ass.
The pace autonomously increases, and my heaving breaths intensify. Every thrust I sent into you is met by as grinding of your ass back into me. With every successive hit, I feel a rushing in my body; reciprocated by a shaking in yours.

“Jesus Christtt,” my voice meanders with a grunting moan.

My grip on your ass tightens, my pummeling hits pound harder and deeper into you. You bite down into the pillow, attempting to quell your screams. But you find no success. My cock throbs inside you and my moans have strung together into a messy, incohesive audible release. Our bodies shake together as I give signs of faltering. My voice whimpers in faltering, pleasurable exasperation…

“Fuck.. fuck.. fuckkk,” I moan as my cum unleashes inside you.

You feel the warmth of my juices burst within you, filling your inner walls. I let out a series of vulnerably broken, heaving moans. I pull myself out, bringing a dripping mess of cum with it. Your body pants in exhaustion, trying to regain composure. I fully remove myself and run to the bathroom, grabbing you a towel, and tossing it on the bed.

“Clean yourself up,” I order with a playful tone. There is a brief pause and I smile, “Meet me in the car when you’re done.”

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