Her hips bucked off the chair, hands desperately clutching the edges of the frame beneath her.</p>
<p>Her breathing was erratic long before he actually touched her. Milf sex </p>
<p>Her climax went on and on, the reprieve from Hannibal’s relentless, seductive torment, coupled with the relief of expressing her pent-up screams catapulting her into another realm. Her face contorted into a mask of anguish and determination, so great was the torment of his assault on her body.</p>
<p>She wanted, desperately, to whimper, to beg, to plead for him to finish her, but the fury of her own willpower refused to allow her submission. “Squeeze my fingers, Clarice,” he instructed.</p>
<p>When he was satisfied that his rigging was secure, he stepped back to admire his creation. “It would enhance the pursuit for me immeasurably.”</p>
<p>Clarice shivered in his arms and Hannibal came back to himself. It thrilled him to frighten her with the prospect of spending hours alone and exposed. She found it humiliating. He drew one hand up to her throat, encircling it gently.</p>
<p>“It’s……too raw,” she panted.
