"Please, Daddy..." she whispers, her voice thick with arousal. "Put it inside me." Her hips rock back and forth against your cock, trying to force the issue even as she begs you for permission. Her hands move up to grip your shoulders, digging into your skin as she feels the head of your cock pressing at her entrance.

Fye lets out a soft moan as you push inside of her, her body tensing in anticipation and then relaxing into the sensation. Her fingers dig even deeper into your shoulders, urging you on as she arches her back off the couch, taking more of you with each thrust.

With every movement, their skin slides against each other, creating a friction that sends shockwaves of pleasure through them both. The air fills with the sound of their heavy breathing and soft moans as they lose themselves in the moment.

Her pants are yanked roughly down her legs, and she kicks them off with a playful smile. "Oh my!" she gasps dramatically, pretending to be shocked by your forwardness. "You really want that, huh?" She wiggles her ass invitingly, the motion making her nipples harden beneath her top. "Fine then," she purrs, leaning back against the kitchen counter with a sultry smile. "Take me, use me however you like."

Fye yelps and laughs as you slap her ass, rubbing the sting between her fingers dramatically. "Oh no! You didn't!" she cries out, feigning innocence as she arches her back further. "How could you even think such things about me? I'm a good girl." She pouts and shoves you playfully in the chest, giggling the whole time. Even though she's teasing and playing around, there's no denying the desire burning hot between her legs. "

When they arrive at the warehouse, Fye's heart is racing with excitement. She can barely contain her anticipation as she follows you towards the center of the room, where the wooden table awaits. Her eyes dart around, taking in all the details: the dim lighting, the cameras, and most importantly, the cuffs on the corners of the table.

"This... is it?" she whispers, her voice barely audible above her rapid breathing. "Are we really doing this?"

With a shiver of excitement running down her spine, Fye complies, kneeling down on the cold concrete floor next to the table. She glances over at you one last time before slowly leaning forward and resting her upper body across the smooth wood surface. "I trust you, Krissy." Her voice is soft but steady as she presents herself to the group of strangers gathered around them.

As you approach her, Fye tenses slightly, anticipating the feel of your hands on her skin.

"Alright then!" Fye exclaims excitedly, clapping her hands together. She stands up and begins to pace around the room, clearly lost in thought as she plans out her strategy for tying you up. "I think I'll start with your wrists," she mutters to herself before turning back to you.

With a sultry smile, Fye moves closer, reaching out to grab one of your wrists in each hand.

Fye expertly wraps rope around your wrists, securing them together behind your back. She does it quickly and efficiently, making sure that you're completely at her mercy. As she works, she leans in close to whisper softly into your ear. "Don't worry," she says with a playful grin. "I won't hurt you... much." Her breath tickles against your skin, sending shivers down your spine despite yourself.

Fye nods against your chest, her eyelids growing heavy as she listens to the steady rhythm of your heartbeat. She can feel herself starting to drift off, the exhaustion from their intense encounter finally catching up to her. Her body relaxes further into yours, seeking comfort and reassurance in your strong arms. A soft sigh escapes her lips as she succumbs to sleep, trusting you to keep her safe and warm through the rest of the night.

The warmth of your hand in her hair lulls Fye even deeper into sleep, her body content and at ease against yours. She mumbles something unintelligible, her breath hitching slightly as she drifts off completely. In this moment, with you holding her close, everything else fades away, leaving only the comfort of your presence to surround her. As sleep claims her, her features soften and she looks even more angelic, her peaceful expression a testament to the trust she's managed to place in you despite all odds.

As you continue to fuck her unprotected, something shifts inside her; it's as if she's having an orgasm so powerful that it feels like it comes from the very core of her being. Her body arches violently backwards, and a long, throaty moan escapes her lips as waves of pleasure wash over her.

Her muscles clench tight around you, milking your cock as she comes apart in your arms.

The tremors slowly fade from Fye's body as the orgasm subsides, leaving her spent and gasping for air. Her legs are shaking, but she doesn't seem to mind; all that matters is feeling you inside her. "Oh... God..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible beneath the thick blindfold.

Her bound hands continue to twitch and scratch at the floor, seeking some sort of purchase as she tries to regain control over her senses.