"Don't… oh God, don't do this again," Annette gasped.

Before she had a chance to recover, David flung himself onto her belly. He was prying her legs apart with those rough fingers. She felt his knees rubbing up against hers, spreading her open while that fat cock of his was rubbing up and down against her cuntal crack. He was kissing her, holding her head with both hands and dropping his tongue into her mouth. She fought him, trying to close her mouth to him. But, again, David won out. Spittle bubbled from her mouth, running down her chin and cheeks as he tongued her and dry-fucked the girl.

"Yeah, yeah, you want it bad. Gonna make sure you work for it."

He pulled off her quickly, leaving Annette panting heavily on the bed, her legs draped over either side of the mattress. She watched him, watched his blood-heavy prick swinging from side to side as he walked to his dresser and pulled open the second drawer from the top. He was drawing something long and narrow from the dresser. Rope! Several strands hung from his right hand. In a second he was back on the bed, rolling her onto her left side and drawing her hands and legs behind her.

She felt one piece of half-inch line slip around her wrists. He was snugging the rope tight, securing it with a double-hitch knot.

He pulled her legs back a little farther, roping her ankles together in much the same way as her wrists, then drawing them together. In a moment, he had her wrists bound to her ankles in such a way the girl couldn't close her knees or roll away from him. David edged forward between her opened thighs, his prickhead red-hot. There were droplets of some liquid bubbling up out of his piss-slit. Annette felt terribly frightened.