Nightfall Submission
She lies to herself about stopping, but knows she can't. Male, female, how many, it matters not. They own her.
Naked and restrained upon a hard, bare chair, her body is warmed by the late day sunlight peeking through the only window in the room. She awaits their return, knowing well the pain and pleasure that will be hers after nightfall. Sweet nectar already seeps from her crevice in anticipation of her complete surrender to the agony and ecstasy ahead. She always promises herself not to return, yet she does. Her body and lust re...