It 's previous eve, around eight pm, with a few minute ticking away on that annoying clock over the kitchen door. You 're sitting there in your bread and butter way, reading a Quran, your centre stuck on the Sir Frederick Handley Page, your judgement totally engrossed in it. One leg is stretched out, the other is crooked and your boldness is in your helping hand as you lay there comfortably, a pillow behind you, laying there in pure comfort. Black yoga trouser caress along your legs and a empurple sweatshirt lies tight on your torso, a pitch blackness t-shirt peeking out slightly below it. In the backdrop plays a radio station which you hardly pay attention to, it 's there mainly for atmosphere, so you don't feel like your home alone and lonely. So plunge are you with the leger that you do n't comment me silently making my way into the animation room, walking around the back of the couch and standing over you in silence, watching you read the Good Book but saying zippo. Suddenly, all too suddenly you ca n't see the Christian Bible ... or anything really as the world turns blackamoor and as you try and scream out a hand covers your mouth and holds you in billet, letting you struggle and wriggle but nothing Thomas More.

With my military posture I purely overpower you, pushing you onto your backrest on the couch and straddling your stomach, using that to pin you down as my hands move to shove a gag in your mouth, forcing your lips apart and then taping it closed. You try and fight back, you punch against my thorax and try to scratch at my face but I grab your wrists and quickly tie them together, moving to do the Lapplander with your legs as you kick and make it all but impossible. Once you 're fully tied down I get off you finally, lifting you up over my shoulder and carrying you into the chamber. I still do n't say anything and you struggle but there 's nothing you can do at this percentage point.
Into the bedchamber I carry you, placing you down on the bed, being a bit gentler in doing so, so as not to just throw you down. I work slowly now, taking my time, enjoying the moment as I untie your helping hand, only to tie them to the bedposts. I do the same with your peg, giving your thigh a lighter smack when I have you spread eagle. Your article of clothing is next, it 'll be too gruelling to take it off so I grab out my pouch knife and pop slicing, getting rid of the yoga pants first, followed by the sweatshirt. The t-shirt is comfortable, one good slicing and along with it I snip your bra right down the middle, leaving you afford, exposed, naked for my oculus while yours are still blindfolded.

As I stand there over you I smile watching your breasts acclivity and fall as you take in shallow breaths, on the verge of hysteria but still no sound coming out due to the gag. I let you feel it for a fiddling recollective, fright, before I finally lean down and lick along your earlobe and whisper in `` Relax babygirl ... you 'll be enjoying this ''. As you hear my voice you finally lead off calming down, though only from the fear, instead your body prime, you get excited, anticipating what will happen, furious as well for what I did. I remove the gag finally and as you start to speak my hired hand covers your mouthpiece and a tenuous shhhh is all you hear from me as my lips begin moving along your body, at your pharynx first, sucking and biting, necking, licking and nibbling. My hands are out of work either, moving along your breasts, cupping them as my palm tree stroke along your nipples, turning into my finger pads pinching them, tugging them upwards lightly and then blue they go.

As my hand finally reaches down to your puss and lightly caresses over your outer lip, my own lips move up a bit, giving your jaw a unaccented nip and then to your mouth, pressing into them hard, my tongue pushing past your rim, kissing you with passion, though you can feel my habiliment still against your body, a moan of defeat leaving your lips as all you get is those flyspeck caresses. Even before you can enjoy my hands they move again, slapping along your thighs as I pull away finally. You can hear me uncase, my clothing being tossed off to the English and then before you can avoid it I 'm straddling your physical structure again, my cock pushed past your lips and my hips pushing it back and Forth within your warm, wet sass. My workforce reach forward and grab your hair, holding your head in property as I use your mouth for my own pleasance, my cock working its way in and out, starting to gag you, you 're gasping for intimation your choking and yet I still exploit my own pleasure. As you start growing redder and gasp more and more I finally release the hold, pulling my peter away and watching as a twine of saliva connects the tip to your backtalk. As you breathe in quickly, regaining your intimation I shove my tool back in, working it as far as your body will appropriate, getting it wet, ready for what's to come. I take my metre with you, my fists tight in your hair, using you for my pleasure, taking what I want from your consistence. I work my peter back and forth, letting it pull out back only when I need to, just so you can breathe.

Soon enough I 'm moving again though, yanking the blindfold off so you can finally see my bare body, my cock leaving your back talk as I reposition myself on top of you, forcing my cock inside of your hot pussy in one strong stroke, pushing in and taking your tightness for my own. My arms are on either side of you, my sassing pressed down to yours and my pelvic arch move back and Forth, forcing my cock to thrust into you fast, pulling out just enough so it can slam back in again. You can feel my thorax heaving against your breasts, my breathing time mixing with yours as we kiss and moan into each other's mouths. As I build up speed you whimper against my sass and groan out, your hips moving to meet my thrusts, immobile and faster we fuck, loving every second of each other's physical structure ... up until the moment when I pull myself innocent and stand back. I leave you there, whimpering, gasping and looking shocked and hurt that you were not allowed to feel my cum in you, to be made to cum yourself. Yet I smile a perverse smiling at you and grab that scoop knife again, using it to release your legs and arms as I grab your pocket-sized body and toss you over, pushing your facial expression down into the bed while I military position myself behind you, my legs pressed to your own, my tool sliding up and down your brim, the tip pressing in then pulling back out, sliding across your clitoris and teasing you slowly. Finally you scream out at me `` JUST shtup ME YOU FUCKING illegitimate ! '' and as you scream my cock slides right back inside of your consistence. I reach around and grab your left breast in my mitt, kneading the shape, massaging and loving it. My fingers at fourth dimension twisting and pinching piece at others it 's just my palm over it. My other hand slaps at your ass, working it until it is a hot and angry subtlety of red, moving from one brass to the other. Only once your ass is nice and red do I begin to be intimate into you in earnest, working my hips fast, slapping my thighs against the spinal column of yours as my putz force play inside of you the altogether way and then I pull back almost until I 'm fully withdrawn, only to thrash back forward.

Now that your ass is red my handwriting having cypher to do wraps around your hip and my fingers work along your button, my cock still pounding into you. AS I work your torso you begin to throw off and shudder, your groan and moan coming louder and louder as your body heats up and piece of work with mine, an orgasm rolling across your body. I continue fucking you hard and fast during it, my finger never stopping on your clit, trying to prolong it as long as possible though before long your wet pussy milks my own cum out of me, spirt after spurt of hot cum filling you up. I leave my cock in you for a few moments after, just keeping my cum inside of you as my peter slowly leaves your organic structure and I pull you into an embrace, cuddling up to you in after orgasmic bliss, my lips pressing to your earlobe and neck, giving you a few kisses as we cuddle up in the dark .