The room filled with the sounds of her broken sobs, his brutal thrusts, and the wet slap of skin on skin.
Suddenly, without pulling out, Aiden flipped her over on her knees. The movement caught her completely off guard. With her wrists still tightly bound behind her back by the thick black rope, she was yanked forward and down. Her face slammed hard against the cold polished floor of her own luxurious office, her cheek scraping over the wood as her massive, heavy breasts squished painfully beneath her in the ruined gothic-lolita dress. Her plump ass was forced high in the air, the short frilly skirt riding up completely to expose her dripping, cum-leaking virgin pussy and those thick, stocking-clad thighs. Her golden-blonde hair spilled messily across the floor, strands sticking to her tear-streaked, ruined face.
