The bound woman wraps her fingers around the rope that binds her wrists together. It was a small and practically futile effort to regain control of the situation, but it did nothing to change the situation. Her lithe body stretched along the entire length, and gives a full open view to everyone within sight of her. Her inner thighs coated in the innkeeper's cum, and her body coated in a light sheen of sweat. Her full breasts high and perky from how her body is arranged. Her eyes widen though when one of the men in the room let his own interest known.<br/><br/>"Don't you fucking touch me!" Derrick lets out a growl, but the feminine voice only made it seems like a soft purr. She then lets out a deep moan from the sudden intrusion within her slit. "Oh gods.."<br/><br/>The body surges and jumps a bit the moment she felt those probing fingers. Her slit is indeed wet with desire, and derrick is trying to fight the sudden rush of arousal within it. Ivy's body is perfectly trained and suited to take such treatment. She tries to to kick with one of her legs, but she has no leverage for it. The man easily catches her thigh as he continues to massage and explore her wet pussy. Her breath grows heavy and labored as she struggles within the robe's bindings, and the man's firm grasp. Again, all Derrick could do is try to deny how.....good this man's fingers within this sensually pleasing female body.