I threw the rope around the trunk and pulled it tight. In moments, I had her secured to the tree, arms thrust over her head. She gasped, her eyes wide... I stepped back and admired her beauty all bound up. The way her large breasts heaved. Her hips wiggled from side to side. She had no hair on her pussy, her lips bare and exposed.Gleaming.“Kurtis!” she gasped. “This isn’t funny.”“No, it’s not,” I said, grabbing my cock. “I know you want this. You’ve been lusting for this for months, haven’t you?. Meanwhile I also took a bath and shaved off the under arms and the hair around my cock with my electric shaver. My cock was dying to have a shot but I somehow asked it to be patient.It was after about an hour that she invited me into the room, there she was in the same outfit that she was wearing that day when I first saw her. She was also wearing the same perfume. To make the mood romantic, she had also put on some light music. The room had also been neatly made up.We sat on the bed and I took. After breaking our second kiss, I took off my jacket and spread my jacket on the grass and told her, “miss why don’t you sit and make yourself comfortable” .we sat next to each other and I pushed miss onto ground from sitting position to sleeping position.She hugged me tight like a fevikwik, my chest could feel her erected nipples and then she started removing my t-shirt and banyan. In that chilling weather, goose pimples rose on my chest. She started to kissing/sucking my neck, then moving. Sometimes for love, sometimes money, at times religion, sometimes experimentation, and sometimes just as victims. Truth is, we all love being lusted after, having someone want us just for our bodies every now and then. Every now and then, we want to feel like the hottest girl on the planet, like a man can't contain himself from fucking us, and will have us at any cost. Most women will confess to their best friends that sometimes, they just wanted to be used like a whore, like rape, sometimes.