Sam was fearless.
It could be said that he had always been bold, but various constraints had limited his actions. If he had more choices in many matters, perhaps he wouldn't have to take such risks, but too often, his options were severely limited.
The choices that were both dignified and acceptable were even rarer, so he had to choose adventure on this basis. After all, who would choose to bow and scrape if they could walk with their head held high?
At this age, what young n should never lack is courage, and right now, Sam had it in excess.
So, he boldly made his move.
Feeling Angel's slightly struggling body, he found a new kind of thrill.
More enticing than Angel herself was Angel in chains.
The current Angel, when Sam touched her skin and felt her body tremble, it was a peculiar sensation.
Because Angel could only watch the young man, berating him.
"Bastard... what are you doing! Let go!"
But she couldn't effectively act to stop Sam, especially as her increasingly humiliated expression added an elent of excitent for him.
"At this point, letting you go would be too boring, wouldn't it? Let's not resist fate's design. Sotis, compromise can also be a kind of fun, right?"
Sam lifted her legs, his gaze lingering on her glossy, delicate skin. Just the touch of his hands, without anything more, was enough to make Angel feel an intense sha.
In such a situation, every sensation seed heightened, much like how a blind person's hearing becos incredibly sharp. Just the contact of his gaze made Angel start to feel bashful.
Such a foreign emotion for her...
"Bastard... aren't you the one who chained up? Talking about fate... stop doing weird things!"
Sam just smiled, leaning in close, seemingly unconcerned that she might suddenly kick him in the face. Instead, he approached with a smile, his breath warming the skin on her lower legs.
It was like being swept over by a heatwave, causing Angel's face to flush sufficiently.
"Why not do weird things? Isn't weirdness at this ti normal?"
"What are you babbling about... ugh... damn it."
After a subconscious moan, Angel felt her situation worsen. Sam's breath was like greedy locusts sweeping over a fertile field. He moved closer and closer, reaching the root of Angel's thighs, then her pussy.
She could indeed kick Sam away out of embarrassnt, and it wouldn't matter how hard; given Sam's miraculous physique, he wouldn't be hurt.
But Angel found herself excessively pliant, perhaps due to the alcohol, or perhaps due to the magical allure of this young man.
She didn't know, but she felt her body responding subconsciously to his actions, softening as if lting under the sun. Her body trembled slightly as Sam's breath drew nearer.
Then...
"Pop~"
Sam left a deep kiss on the inner part of Angel's thigh, as if taking a piece of her soul with him.
"Uh... Sam...!"
At that mont, Angel's protest sounded more like a tender complaint. Sam looked up at her. The girl, still fully clothed but with her hands helplessly cuffed to the bedpost, had no concept of trying to escape.
Because of her pride, and because she knew the quality of the handcuffs she had bought, she could only be bound there, passively enduring everything.
anwhile, her complexion began to flush, becoming more and more radiant, like a flower at its peak showing its most beautiful state to this young man.
Sam was deeply captivated by this sight as he looked up. Her panties were cute, subtly outlining the shape of her vulva. It was an image that could make a man lose his senses.
But he felt that it wouldn't be right to ruin a mont that could be enjoyed due to his own impulses. The more restraint shown, the more intense the final experience would be. The longer the wait, the greater the reward, as the saying goes.
Sam moved forward bit by bit, then cupped her face, which was becoming slightly delirious. Despite her ongoing resistance.
With all her might, she gritted her teeth, looking at him angrily.
"Dare to do such a thing to in this situation... you're finished... Sam... you're finished... Ah!!"
"Rip!!"
The threat wasn't even complete when danger seed to strike first. Because Sam, with his other hand, simply and effortlessly, but with shocking impact, tore her clothes apart.
Yes, tore them apart. The fluttering fabric made the scene look quite dramatic.
But this was sothing Sam could easily do with his strength. Suddenly, much more of her was exposed to Sam's view, her perfect body laid bare.
Her long legs pressed together, revealing undeniable tension. Her tight abdon and her enticing curves, her inviting labia.
Sam bent down slightly, then kissed Angel's labia and clitoris.
Angel couldn't help but arch her back, looking at the ceiling, wishing she could grab Sam's hair at that mont, but she couldn't. She could only endure the burning sensation spreading through her, inch by inch.
Until Sam's tongue moved up to her breasts, then to her collarbone, her neck, leaving his marks all along.
This inch-by-inch sensation of slowly consuming her was unprecedented. Because in any previous situation, Angel would not allow Sam to do this, it would make her feel sowhat uncomfortable.
But now, forced into this situation, unable to refuse, she experienced sothing entirely new.
Until he ca up to her face, Angel's vaginal opening was already completely moistened, she had been fully aroused, secreting a lot of love fluid.
This was an inescapable wetness.
Her gaze seed to be completely imrsed, sowhat unclear of anything else, only able to see the face of this young man she always thought of, dread of.
Yes, Angel also dreams... just that most of the ti, she wouldn't tell this young man such things.
And now, looking at his face appearing before her eyes.
She held onto her last bit of resistance, her last bit of dignity, and put on a fierce face.
"I'll bite off your tongue... if you dare."
At this mont, Sam was not foolish, or rather, he was very clear in judging when this young woman was just being stubborn and when she was truly angry.
So he just showed a slightly mischievous smile.
"It's okay, that would be your loss too, you can try if you want."
With that, he kissed her.
With an irretrievable attitude.
Honestly, Angel felt she really could bite off his tongue, but when Sam's passionate kiss ca down, she felt her plans fall through.
Because in such a situation, it seed impossible to refuse his kiss.
He caressed Angel's face while making her mind go blank, Angel almost forgot her current state.
Only when she involuntarily wanted to reach out to touch this young man, did she hear the clinking sound, feeling the restraint on her arms, did she rember she was completely restricted by handcuffs. And thus, her heart was anxious, but inevitably, a bit of enjoynt appeared.
Her persistence was just a minor aspect.
What was harder to resist was the instinctual response.
Deeper and deeper contact.
Feeling the big cock slowly entering her vagina, Angel felt she was going mad, her arms struggling unconsciously, making strange noises, but unable to change anything, instead clearly realizing she was sinking deeper and deeper into a worse state, really too bad.
But this kind of badness made her consciousness more chaotic, as if unable to refuse the mischief this young man was doing to her.
Her awareness of her own dignity was becoming more and more superficial.
It seed to be becoming sothing unimportant...
But how could that be unimportant to her?
She is Angel...
A high-born Heiress...
How could she give up her dignity, her pride?
To fall into such a state in the hands of a poor young man from Cedarwood... it was just like in so vulgar novels, a princess defiled by a beggar...
Not thinking about it was fine, but once she did, Angel felt herself becoming stranger and stranger.
That strong, irresistible urge to self-destruct, to completely give up, to smash everything to pieces, beca stronger and stronger.
She was going mad!!
Sam's kiss didn't last too long, and when they parted, he saw the sweat on Angel's forehead, and her completely dazed eyes, sowhat blankly looking at him.
That gaze was like a catalyst.
Like a drumbeat urging him to more intense lovemaking.
Their breathing beca more heated. She wanted to make a fierce expression but couldn't manage it.
Apart from the panting, it seed she could no longer say anything effective to stop him.
Like a toy, at this mont, only the most instinctual responses remained, and for Sam, all of this was a clear and unmistakable signal.
Sam lowered his head, his lips tracing her face, then gently bit her sensitive ear.
Whispering softly in her ear.
"Sotis, being in a high position is too monotonous. You should have tasted this flavor long ago, isn't it completely different?"
Angel seed to awaken so remaining rationality, looking at Sam with so annoyance. "You've wanted to tornt like this for a long ti, haven't you?"
Sam smiled.
"Saying it's tornt is too much, but I indeed wanted to see what you would be like in this situation."
Angel realized that she could no longer stop him from continuing, her dignity, her long-held image and montum were about to be destroyed at this mont.
With this realization, her last bit of defiance.
"Bastard... then rember this look of mine well... because this is the last ti, you will never see like this again... appearing so disgraceful, so vulnerable."
Sam shook his head, gently caressing her cheek, and carefully wiped the sweat from her forehead.
Then looked at her with eyes so tender they could lt ice.
"It's not like that, I don't think you're disgraceful now. This is just a ga, a ga that lets us both imrse and enjoy. I don't think you're humiliated now, I just think... you've never been more adorable."
"Talking like this during sex, you bastard..."
"Ah... are you impatient then? Or do you crave sothing more intense?"
Angel looked at Sam, she first sighed softly.
Now unable to touch his well-defined upper body muscles, which was a regret.
But she had a more direct and effective thod.
Like suddenly lifting her legs, then using them to 'hug' the young man's waist.
Her gaze started with a familiar challenge, still not forgetting her initial heart in such a situation.
It seed this was the only persistence Angel could maintain in this irreversible situation.
She looked at Sam.
"Stop talking nonsense, if you're still a man, prove it to , and forget about everything else."
This was a rare signal.
How to say it, like allowing a young man who has been digging in a glacier, desperately searching, to finally see a crack, is the untraceable wilderness, finally seeing a brilliant flare shot towards the sky.
He took a deep breath, slowly raised his upper body, then looked at her with a determined and brave expression.
"It will be as you wish, but before that, I have to tell you sothing."
"What?"
Angel didn't know what could be so important at this ti that it couldn't wait.
But Sam insisted.
He quickly resolved the Heiress's confusion.
"I'm currently fascinated by you, I've started to like you incomparably."
Angel's eyes widened slightly.
This jerk... talking like this during sex, isn't that against the rules?!
This jerk... is too despicable!!
But what's even more despicable than these is Sam's next action.
His cock's thrusting movents inside Angel's vagina were so wild that she couldn't even savor the impact of his words.
Angel needed to welco Sam's big cock with her pussy... her vagina was completely stretched open, and with the lubrication of love fluid, everything beca so enchanting.
Although her hands were still roasted by the handcuffs, this kind of restricted sex... didn't seem so repulsive anymore.
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