<em>Why do these things always happen to me..?</em>Amaya muses to herself quite..unsmugly as she's tilted in midair, like some sort of ragdoll. As she's lifted up..she tries to shift her hips up and to the side..but there isn't much she can do to move in this situation...groaning as her pink folds engulf the rod as it slips into her body..arms lifted above her head to accentuate the curves of her breasts as she's...masturbated on the metal as if she's some sort of living sex toy..supple breasts offering a well..rounded bounce with each thrust up into her..hands rotating in circles against her restraints and flexing into fists as she's..screwed..head lowering to allow streaks of blonde to overtake her eyes as she's lifted..and set down. Amaya clamps her eyes shut, as if she can somehow evade the curse by doing so..but as it happens, vivid pictures of her overtake her mind..pictures of it holding either leg spread out widely to the side and a thin piece of metal vibrating against her clit? Was it drawing out her desires...?<br/><br/>Trying to shake off her thoughts, Amaya's full lips open once more to bare clenched teeth..<br/><br/>"..nnnnnnngh!"