Enslaved Maiden's Secret Delights

Her wrists bound to the cold stone wall, the slave girl shifts uncomfortably, her body aching for the touch of her master. The room is filled with the scent of her own desire, a heady perfume that only serves to heighten her senses. She hears the clink of metal, the rustle of leather, and then he's there, his body pressing against hers, his breath hot on her ear. "You're mine," he growls, his hands roaming her body, pinching, squeezing, claiming. She cries out as he slams into her, his cock filling her completely. He sets a punishing pace, his hips slapping against her ass, his fingers digging into her hips. She meets each thrust, her body greedy for more, her mind lost in a fog of pleasure and pain.

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