Fucked

Hands tied above her head with a complicated knot and her pleas echo through the empty house.

She's fucked. 

The air conditioning's at sixty nine and her whore red lace is wet.

She. Is fucked.

Each leg is tied to one bed post and the leather isn't giving in; Not an inch.

She's fucked.

He's sitting outside, watching with pride, as she struggles in vain to get rid of all traces of him.

She fucked up.

One hand falls from her knot, and god is she hot, she will teach him a lesson for now.

She is fucked.

A hand slips where it can and she mimics her man, moving around and screaming aloud.

Boy, is she fucked.

There's rhythm in her and she knows how to purr, the moment is close...

Oh my has she fucked.

She screams as loud as she can, as was the plan... satisfied again.

He fucked up.