Slowly, Wiley lowered my legs to the ground, yet held me in place. The lower part of my dress slipped back down over my legs. I felt his seed trickle out, drip down my thighs and most likely onto the floor at my feet. My arms were still pinned to my sides, my breasts exposed. I saw that my n*****s were tightly furled and a bright cherry red. Wiley had not been gentle.
"Are you all right?" he asked, adjusting himself back into his pants, buttoning the placket. He watched me carefully. "I wasn't too rough?"
"Too rough?" I laughed. "That was...incredible."
He looked me over as he grinned. This was the smile of a well-satisfied man. "I like to see you this way as if I've just captured you and had my way."
"You did," I countered.
"Mmm," he replied noncommittally. "You seem to enjoy a littl
