trembling, weakness in the whole body, goose bumps and blissful dope in the head.

In fact, she struggled, but the whole type of their struggle, which she unwittingly watched in the mirror, knocked her out of the necessary thoughts. Reason told her that she was obliged to push him away if she wanted to defend her opinion, but the beauty of her own body, wriggling in the arms of this cruel tempter, distracted her, confused and in the most shameful way aroused. Hot moisture in the panties, in which his hand moved, because it still showed her weakness. So what's the point of resisting?

“Let me go right away ...”, she whispered, although she had almost lost her composure. Any movement, any attempt to break free gave her keen pleasure because of the contact with his body, with his hands and lips. He mocked her, as if allowing himself to caress him. From an awareness of her own helplessness she became angry. - I do not want! - Luda almost cried, - Please, stop! I hate you!

All this her rebellion led the man to delight, as a hungry predator provokes and turns on any resistance of his victim. Without effort, tearing down her scratching, screaming and kicking, he pulled the strap that fell from her shoulder, exposing her bosom. Fingers demanding and ruthlessly squeezed the appealing nipple sticking out, twisting and pulling it off. She continued to demand something there, beg and babble, but he silently and stubbornly tortured her with caresses, waiting for the moment when the surrender would be complete. At some instant their eyes met in reflection. Sasha roughly pushed her close to the mirror and threw her head back, pulling her hair.

- Capricious lustful bitch! Who are you to tell me and make claims? I will fuck you when I want and how I want! And I will never report to you for anything! Clear? - fiercely he hissed in her ear, then he kissed her neck, crumpled her breasts, pulled her nipples and gently stroked his fingers with plump smooth petals between powerless legs. Luda moaned weakly and bit her lips, clutching at his hands - either to tear them away from her, or to hold them.

Almost bringing her to ecstasy, he pushed her down on her knees, and squeezed her cheeks with the fingers of one hand.

“Trousers unzipped,” he said grimly.

Luda's hands were shaking. Everything was as usual. Why did she suddenly believe that she could cope with herself and with him this time? Because I thought that this detective story would help her? Didn’t he want the same from her? Didn't the same lust, the thirst for power and possession, be read in his eyes? She really is a fool if she believes in the kindness, decency and understanding of at least one man on planet Earth. They all want from her only one!

Kneeling, she hastily unbuttoned Sasha's trousers and let his cock out. He boldly and powerfully heaving in front of her face, as if a symbol of his power over her base nature, unable to resist their desires. “Did she have a choice?” She asked herself at such moments. He taught her to complete obedience, even when she did not really know what a man was. He taught her to please him, and he gave pleasure to her as he saw fit. Over time, she had to realize that he should not stand aside if she did not want to feel pain or lose his skillful caresses. And now she could not obey. Everything in her was burning, throbbing, filled with an excruciating languor and an unbearable thirst for possession.

Sasha grabbed her by the shock of hair on the back of her head and threw her head back to her, smoothly running a hot dick across her face. From the cheek to the corner of the lips lay a wet path. He teased her obediently open lips and tongue, awakening her desires even more, destroying all her protective barriers, allowing her to feel like a sensible person, and not a thoughtless animal, which is ruled only by passion.He held his penis, slowly moving his arm along his trunk, and she licked barely in time to form, and at the same time shiny transparent droplets flowing down his head with soft touches of the tongue and, when he allowed, gently sucked the whole head. Then he pressed her face into his groin, forcing him to lick the scrotum or caress his lips with a powerful hard member along the entire length. She fondled, like a cat in a daze of valerian, impatient, a little wound up, but gentle. This game has always brought them both to almost unconsciousness, but until then he could admire in abundance in the mirror the undeniable beauty of this humble charmer.

The man smiled haughtily, looking down at her already clouded eyes with excitement. Thin strands of hair stuck to her wet cheeks and chin, bare breasts swaying slightly in time with her movements, her nipples tingling with his coarse caresses sometimes, as if by chance, touched his trousers. Her short skirt swayed over the magnificent elastic slightly divorced thighs, stirring the imagination. Luda gently stroked her palms with a hard, muscular lower abdomen, sometimes easily walking on the skin with beautiful nails painted in burgundy. He knew how much she wanted to touch herself now, but she would not do it, even if arousal hurt her.

Everything. He could no longer control himself.

“Hands behind your back,” he snapped rudely.

The girl obediently took her hands back and locked them in the lock. To control it, he did not even need chains, ropes or handcuffs. Sasha blissfully threw back his head and completely forgot that in front of him was a living person on his knees. Squeezing her hair, he ruthlessly satisfied his lust, which now overwhelmed his head, his cock, his entire body, stiff with tension. Luda gasped, moaning plaintively and wrung in front of him on her knees, not daring to push him away, choking and crying. Where her self-preservation instinct had disappeared at that moment, she herself could not tell. Probably, she was overwhelmed with fear, a sense of helplessness and her own powerlessness. And yet - shameful humiliating voluptuousness.

When it was over, the girl gasped noisily for half a minute, and then she coughed, resting her trembling hands on the floor to keep her balance. Then, trying to catch her breath and recover, she slowly wiped her mouth, chin and neck. She was ashamed to look up, but he liked to look at them at such moments, so Luda obediently raised a pretty exhausted face, smeared with ink and sperm.

Sasha was also breathing heavily, but he was already buttoning his pants.

- Put yourself in order. You have half an hour. Do not close the door to the bathroom.

Luda was still crying silently, without realizing it, but she forced herself to rise and go towards the bathroom. She somehow pulled off her clothes and barefoot spanked across the cold gray tiles to the bath, more like a small oval pool or pond surrounded by a wide strip of smooth snow-white pebbles. She knelt on the cold bottom, closed the drain and opened the faucet. While the bath was filling, she washed her face with hot water, trying to wash off the pain and resentment. Somewhere deep in her heart, like a small ember that had just been touched by fire from a big fire, hatred began to flare up.

Her tyrant took his favorite place behind her, sprawling impressively on a comfortable bed and rubbing his chin and tightly pressed lips in thoughtfulness. He already rubbed his hair with a towel and changed his suit to a soft short terry robe. The dog, exhausted by his host, approached the side in a fancy manner and laid a heavy head on his leg. Sasha scratched Hector behind the ear and enjoyed watching his tamed bride. The appearance of the charming water nymph gave him aesthetic pleasure and distracted him from thoughts of his recent business failures persistently pursuing him. And his sweet, very sweet thought was that the beautiful helpless girl belongs to him, to him alone. And that she must save him from collapse.

- Hector, whip and collar! - He ordered, gently patting the dog on the shiny black noble glitter muscular neck.