There was a vicious greed in how he tasted you, and you could do nothing but squeeze your thighs against his head, your moans growing heavy and high pitched, your face contorting as your eyes teared up. There was no release for you, no way for you to withstand the pleasure inside of you. Your hands were bound and you were unable to clutch at something…. it was torturous…and it only grew as he drove you to an edge that you feared and wanted at the same time.