She quivered. Not with pleasure. Not yet. She quivered with anticipation. He was standing in front of her. She could sense it. She could not see for she was blindfolded, and she could not touch for she was tied to the bed posts. But she could sense him. And her inability to see or touch him, her essential powerlessness only made the quivering grow stronger and stronger. The rising feeling of anticipation causing her to become wetter by the second. She was no stranger this, and her experience had honed her senses. She knew this, but what she also knew was that the sensation of a throbbing cock slipping inside her tight, pussy never grew old. He laughed, “you’re so fucking wet” he said, as he watched her pink, quivering pussy lips glisten as she grew ever more hornier. She tried to speak, but couldn’t. She was gagged of course. The black ball preventing any speech. But she was no there to speak. She was there fo be fucked. To be fucked hard. She hated small talk. She knew she was prone to two things, anger and horniness. And how better to deal with them both than combine with. At college she was a good, quiet and unassuming girl. In the bedroom with was a different story however. She wanted to be fucked hard. She wanted to be fucked angrily. She wanted to be choked, to feel an immense pleasure like no other. Every time was the better than the last, in an endless pursuit of even more pleasure. This man in front of her, she did not know his name, nor did she care. He did not matter. Only one thing did. His large, cock that throbbed as he levered at her glistening pussy. His cock was a means to an end. It was the insignificant devotee at the temple that was her pussy, demanding sacrifice. Demanding a fucking. Demanding pleasure. Tomorrow there would be another devotee, and then another after that. But that was for later. Her mind focused on the hands that were sliding up her legs. She loves this. The pleasure before the pleasure. The sensation that the anticipation of pleasure causes. She relaxed. She loved this. She was a goddess. And all goddesses deserved to be worshipped. Her nipples were erect, expectant and foreshadowing…. She felt him draw ever closer, and her back arched as he entered her inner sanctum……..
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