Adrian
AdrianI can’t do it. I know she wants me to satisfy her.
I definitely want to. My d**k tents this towel so much it’s a wonder it stayed on–the towel, not my d**k. But f*****g a girl who is bound and my prisoner isn’t something I can bring myself to do.
If I did that, I’d be the same as Leon Poval and all his asshole clients and compatriots. I’d be the same as the horrible men who used and abused my sister while she was being held against her will as a s*x slave in the basement of the sofa factory awaiting a long-term bidder.
And that thought makes me sick.
Even though it seems pretty consensual, even though I know Kat enjoyed her s******g, there’s no way I’m f*****g her.
“What in the hell are you doing, Russian?” she spits at me.
She’s pissed, and I get it. I suppose I just d
