Sex with Leah

Leah panted as she wriggled restlessly beneath Tristan's touch. She struggled to free her hands, to touch his hairy chest but couldn't.

Tristan tightened her wrist behind her and back and bent her over the bed before fussing with his belt. He ripped off her clothing and pushed himself into her immediately. It was not gentle at all and Leah had to scream out, then laughed.

It was obvious she enjoyed what she was getting even though it was harsh and rushed.

"Oh yeah." She mumbled when Tristan kept on pushing his rod into her tightness, holding her neck from the back.

"This is you wanted right? To feel me?" Tristan whispered into her ear as he kept ramming into her.

Leah couldn't answer. She screamed not minding who could be listening.

Minutes later, Tristan released into her before pulling out. He dressed back and glanced at Leah who laid sprawled on the bed.

Leah breathed in, sighed and looked up at him. "You didn't allow me touch you all through. Why?" She asked.

"And why would you