Agatha's Pervy Neighbor: "Welcomes Her to the Neighborhood"

Agatha finished hauling boxes into her new house and was ready to breathe, until that creep from down the street decided to let himself in. He tied her up with tape that bit into every curve, made her peel off every scrap of clothing, then wadded her own panties between her lips and sealed them with more tape. One rough slap across her ass and he left her rolling on the floor, tits heaving, thighs squeezing around a heat she didn't want. She cursed through the gag, the words dying in thick, wet grunts, her smart mouth finally reduced to muffled noise. The more she fought, the tighter the tape seemed to get, and the harder it was to ignore how wet she was getting. Every wiggle made her heavy breasts bounce, every twist rubbed her taped elbows together. She kept inching across the floor, hunting for a sharp edge, anything to free herself, but the fight only made the ache between her legs worse. She hated the bastard, hated how turned on she was, and hated that her own body kept answering every squirm with another slick throb.