She grunted softly as he moved her, tears streaming from her eyes as his cock started to work in her. Still in the grip of the drug, the Bliss, her body craved the fucking even as her mind screamed out against it - it was rape, even if the drug had forced her to seem as if she was aroused by it.<br/><br/>Knowing that, though, didn't stop her hips from pumping up to meet his hard thrusts, legs still coiled around him. The silk stockings on her legs were warm against his skin, grazing him as they moved, her sopping, hot pussy clenching his rod.