“What’s wrong?” he whispered against her lips. hqporner Rachel followed the knife with wide eyes, breasts rising and falling with her gasps. She would make a good captive; she just had to be persuaded. He had meant only to make her more comfortable until she calmed down enough to be of some use in his bed. Blinded by her own garments, Rachel could only struggle helplessly as the captain drew her arms over her head and tied them with a cord. He slowly stroked her face and hair until her sobs quieted and her whimpers faded. Determined to make this good for her, he reached down and started fingering her clit. Trust me; you don’t know what you want.” He lowered his head and separated her soaked pussy lips.
