I just…I just need to feel like I matter to you, like you see me.”
Rea’s words hit Samantha like a punch to the gut, leaving her gasping for air. But as Rea moved to free herself from the confines of her pants, Samantha’s hand shot out like a snake, grabbing her wrist firmly. “What are you doing?” Rea’s voice was laced with confusion as she felt the rough leather and cool metal of the handcuffs encircle her wrists. I’ll do whatever you want, just don’t… She slid off of Rea’s bed, her pussy still quivering from her own release, and turned to the door. “You liked it,” she snarled, her voice rising. For a moment, she just sat there, frozen, unsure of what to do next. His own cock, still half-hard from the earlier encounter, grew hard again at the sight of the two of them, their bodies moving together in a dance that was both beautiful and terrifying.
