"James, let me go, right now. Right now you hear me? I do not consent to this!" she yelled, pulling on the handcuffs once more. The need that had burned in James all night welled up into him anew. He ran his hands down her body, feeling her breasts, stomach and pussy. As he touched her she thrashed around on the bed and James had to leverage his own body weight to hold her in place. As James laid on top of her, Angella felt his hand go lower once more She moved and thrashed under him more violently as he put a knee between her legs in an effort to pry them apart. Once more she yelled, "James, no, stop! Stop James! I do not consent to this! I do not give you my consent!" James didn't say anything but instead he used his hands and both legs to force her knees open further. Try as she may, she knew she couldn't win. She'd cum too hard and too often that night, and that had left her exhausted. In contrast, James had expended much less energy and his testosterone fueled need gave him an even bigger well to draw from. She began to panic and was afraid of what he might do so she softened her voice and tried pleading with him. "Baby. It was wrong of me to make you wait so long. You want to cum don't you? Then let me help. Undo me and I'll make you cum any way you want. Ok? Just....undo my hands.....undo them and then you can....."
