The man now slows his pace and, with this, the woman’s moans and groans slow, as well. “I’m your bitch!” she manages to gasp. tube8 “Speak to me in sentences!”
“I…” she was crying again. She cried unintelligible utterances into her gag, her body rocking back and forth, seemingly trying—without success—to extricate her arms from beneath her back while her to-die-for thighs remained dutifully kept at their 90° spread before the lustful gaze of her assailant lest he threaten her again with his gruesome knife. Her rapist was still in the room! Her cheeks were a bright, crimson red, and blood trickled from both nostrils and pooled at both corners of her mouth, turning the white gag in her mouth a dull pink.




















