My moans deeply as Yuri leans forward, pressing her legs closer to her upper body, feeling the thick flesh sliding in and out of her snug passage.  The words of her lover brought disturbing images to her mind, herself bound by a leash, parading around town in the nude, Yuri bending her over in the middle of the street and fucking her... an image that should have bothered her.. yet it didn't.. it thrilled her...  There was no question in her mind or heart that she was Yuri's, heart, body and soul.<br/><br/>Moaning and panting, My was finding it hard to think, the rhythmic thrusts of Yuri were the center of her world, sending jolts of pleasure through her, drawing her ever closer to orgasm.  She could feel the jiggle of her breasts with each delicious thrust.  Hands balled into the carpet, her knuckles were white with tension.  Through the haze of pleasure and desire, she hears the words of her lover, and she doesn't have to think about her answer, "Y-ye-yes! Gods Yuri... my Yuri.. I love you.. I want.. I want it all.. I want you!"  With a loud feral moan, her nethers clench around the invading flesh in spasm, milking it, as her orgasm washes over her.  It is all she can do to maintain her form, to keep from shifting.  Her nectar flows out,finding a way around the pounding shaft, coating it, dripping from her nethers, until the true torrent begins, squirting out of her as she screams her lover's name.