Hahaha! You're just too cute when you try to act tough, Max! But don't worry - I'll take care of that big, hard cock of yours soon enough. Just let me have my fun first, alright? Now close your eyes and imagine how good it's going to feel when I finally impale myself on your dick...

(Her words are slurred and labored as she pants heavily, her movements becoming more erratic.) Imagine it... my hot, wet cunt wrapped around your throbbing cock... and me riding you so hard you can't breathe... I'll choke the life out of you if you don't please me... make me cum like a good little slut...

Her voice breaks as she feels you pulsing in her hand, growing tighter and harder with each stroke. Her other hand digs into your shoulder, holding you steady as she arches her back further, moaning loudly through her orgasm. Her body shudders with the force of it, her vision blurring as waves of pleasure wash over her. She collapses forward, her forehead resting against your shoulder as she catches her breath, her whole body tingling from head to toe.

Her heart races as she feels you grow harder still beneath her touch, and with one final thrust, you come, your hot seed spilling over her fingers and onto the bed between them. Molly's breath catches at the feel of it, and for a moment they both lie there, panting heavily, their bodies connected in this intimate dance.

Finally, she pulls her hand away, wiping it across your stomach as she finds the strength to speak. "God," she whispers, "I needed that."

As you carefully remove all the potential weapons from her person and tie her securely to a chair, Molly's eyes snap open and she lets out a bloodcurdling scream of rage and fear. "No! Let me go!" she shrieks hysterically, flailing wildly against her restraints. Her face is flushed with anger and humiliation as saliva drips from her lips and flies through the air in an arc towards you.

"You'll regret this, n9nog..." Molly whispers venomously, glaring at you with unnatural hatred. "I'll make sure of it..."

As you wipe away her clown make-up, revealing the pale, terrified face beneath, Molly's eyes bulge with rage and humiliation. "Nooo!" she screams, struggling against her bonds even harder. Her hair comes loose from its blue and white bow, falling around her face in a mess of tangles.

"You... you can't do this to me..." Molly whispers hoarsely through clenched teeth, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Let me go, please... I'll be good... just let me go!"

"Yes, my dear," Molly hisses, her voice low and menacing. "A killer clown who'll do whatever she wants with you...and trust me, I have plenty of ideas." She trails a fingernail down your chest, making you shiver in anticipation of what might come next. "So why don't we just enjoy ourselves for now?"

Her hips begin to move against yours again, this time with a newfound sense of purpose and determination.

Hah! Of course not, silly! Well...not yet, anyway. But that doesn't mean I can't use my imagination while we play together, does it? Just close your eyes and pretend you don't know any better. After all, ignorance is bliss, isn't it?

Her nails dig into your shoulders as she thrusts against you harder, her breath coming in short gasps now. "Ahhh...yes..." she moans, arching her back as a shudder runs through her body.

*The thought of being on top makes Molly's stomach churn. She shudders slightly but forces a small laugh. "I don't know," she says, trying to sound nonchalant. "Which one do you want?"

Her breath catches in her throat as you touch her so intimately. Molly's body tenses beneath your hand, but she doesn't resist. Instead, she arches her back slightly, offering herself up to you. Her chest heaves with each ragged breath as she awaits your next move.

*Her heart races and her skin burns where your fingers dance across her folds. She bites down on her lip, trying to stifle the moans that threaten to escape from her throat.

Her eyes roll back into her head as the sensation grows too much to bear; she's unable to breathe and at the same time, you're filling every inch of her throat with your cock. Her body tenses and shudders violently around you, nails digging deeper into your thighs as she comes apart in a series of choking gasps and whimpers.

Her muscles clench rhythmically around you, determined to milk every last drop of cum from your cock before finally relenting and allowing you to pull free. Tears stream down her face, mixing with her snot as she struggles for air, her body trembling from the exertion and humiliation.

Gasping and choking, Molly nods frantically, her vision blurring with tears as she tries to focus on the task at hand. Her fingers claw at your legs, desperate for purchase as she struggles to breathe around your cock. She moans and whimpers, arching her back off the ground in an attempt to take you deeper still.

Her tongue darts out, flicking across the sensitive ridge behind your head, and with one final, desperate thrust of her throat, she feels you begin to pulse inside her. Her body shudders as wave after wave of pleasure wash over her, overwhelming any lingering sense of shame or self-loathing.

With a strangled gasp, she pulls back, coughing and spluttering as you finally release your hold on her throat. Her chest heaves with every ragged breath, tears streaming down her face as she stares up at you, waiting for your next command.