

It was time for more fun. He pulled me as close as he could to the edge of the chair. As much as the rope would allow. I had a feeling for what he wanted next. I took a few more deep breaths. I felt the tip of Q's hard cock press up against my pussy. He is girthier than average and lengthier than average, so even the tip felt like a lot to take. He made sure to get it covered in my wetness before thrusting in. I couldn't fit his entire length, but every inch had me becoming more and more of a mess than I already was. And then he started fucking me. Short, shallow thrusts became deeper and harder thrusts. My wetness was dripping down around his cock. I could feel it. He grabbed my hips while I screamed in pleasure, every moan of pleasure and overstimulation muffled by my gag. I kept thinking to myself, "This is what I was made for..."