...t I am right now," she called. Fuck, it was killing him. Her voice made him look up, and he saw it: That skinny, pale-skinned, perfect, smooth, heated, no-good, horny, bottled-up, sex-preaching, Spandex-clad, unbelievable body of hers moving rhythmically to her own self-gratification.
The chains snapped, and El Tigre slashed off all of his restraints. He ran over to that evil temptress, who seemed to have been anticipating his escape, as she tossed the soaked masturbation tool aside. He was on top of her, pinning her down, his lust-filled eyes now slits since she had dwindled his emotions down to primal instinct. In two skillful slashes he removed her clothing, revealing her beautiful chest and cleft of Venus.
He looked her over, admiring all that she had to offer. "You left me with no bare minimums, Zoe," he snarled.
"There's no such thing as regret at this point," was the response she whispered into his furry ear.
So he dove in. Already having been tenderized, Zoe felt everything. She was so receptive, she gasped, folding her legs over his back. Oh, fuck, this was just what the doctor ordered. "Yes, yes, yes, Tigre, I am your female," she told him. He started to thrust harder, and she rode this rollercoaster ride of sensual ...