He’d just fuck off to bed. Xxx video His rope was messy. This is guttural, insistent communication. Calm and methodical movements he’d shown whilst tying, and torturing her, became quicker and less precise. Her head sags. He’d made nuances turn to notions. Less coherent. He’d just fuck off to bed. Each subtle movement revealing further contour lines: from the pale alabaster of her skin graduating to sharper, aching colours, developing in monochrome detail, marking the intense change in altitude of foothills, valleys and hills. Calm and methodical movements he’d shown whilst tying, and torturing her, became quicker and less precise. As if on cue, he utters:
‘Don’t you fucking dare.’
‘Don’t you fucking dare, you ingrate. Her mouth opens, then closes and opens again, as wide as she can, hands seizing the fruit, and not so much bringing it to her lips, as causing an
