She gives a sharp yelp, the special sound young women always make when they get deflowered. I have heard it many times, but never get tired of it. He... eyes flew open wide and she desperately tries to heave me off. I'm having none of it. I push her back into the bed and thrust harder. I force my way deeper inside her twisting hips, pushing past her . " Oh Jesus, help me!" she squeals as I drive my shaft home. Inch by inch I force it into her young virgin body, gradually impaling her on my. Even flexing the muscles in her arms was denied to her, since her bonds not only held her tight, held her immobile, they literally held her motionless, encased in a cage, in a prison, whose inner dimension matched to the millimetre her outer dimension. Tiger fought for her freedom, and gloried in finding it denied to her.Ayla was next, and if surrender for Jade had been a nothingness, and for Tiger had been a wonderful struggle, for Ayla it was to be a blissful, consuming distraction. Ayla,. "Don't be mad at me, Mandy," he said."I'm not mad," she said."Yes you are." Am not." Are too."That got a grin from her, but then she frowned."Why don't you like looking at me like this?" she asked."I do like looking at you like this," he said, exasperation creeping into his voice. "I'm just not supposed to, that's all. It's frustrating." What if Mom said it was okay?" asked Mandy."Do you really think she would?"Mandy sagged. "No," she admitted. "She'd probably ground me if she found out I got. We used the wall of the shed as a brace and I lifted myself up, wrapped my legs around him allowing him slide in deeper. Each time he thrust into me he hit the perfect spot, fuelling my lust. Our kisses muffled our moans of pleasure. We suddenly heard voices in the garden centre, but this did not stop us, it just made our passions burn hotter and him thrust harder into me. I broke our kiss and threw my head back, gripping into his shoulders tightly. The shed rocked slightly from his vigorous.