Right now, she really hated the fact that she was bound to the bedposts and unable to move all that much. She was a slave to the harsh, fast pace that Liam was using to fuck her, pushing her smaller body down into the mattress and the covers. She writhed beneath his broad form, continuing at her feeble attempts to push back onto the hard, wet length of his dick. She wasn't thinking, she was just letting her body do whatever it needed to--which wasn't much with the leather straps binding her.
She was going to cum again, and soon, she could tell from that warmth in her belly that had never really left after the first orgasm. It was getting stronger and her pussy was clenching and un-clenching around Liam's cock from that pressure--he'd be able to tell too exactly what he was doing to her. She wanted it--no, she fucking needed it. The shifter lifted her hips a bit, allowing his cock to slide right over that little pleasure area, making her quake eagerly. Wordless moans built up in her mouth and Nyssa was about to completely fucking explode if her master kept up this amazing torture. Even if he tried to stop...it might be too late.
But...no. There was no holding it back. He kept going and she was pushed over the edge into absolute pleasure again in a matter of moments--it was better this time. Her cunt was like a vise on his dick, squeezing and attempting to hold him in wet heat while she came harder than last time. He wanted her wet and...she was. She was fucking soaked. She squirted more this time around, leaving his cock, balls, and her thighs soaked with her cum, her body quivering. Nyssa didn't even hear the desperate sounds she was making as her master's thrusting milked her, but she was whining and cooing and she could smell her arousal and their sex in the small bedroom.
Needing some time to recover, the shifter slouched against her bonds and panted hard, body only moving with her breathing.