Emily, or Em as she prefers to be called, is a gorgeous 5ft 3 '' brunette, with elegant long hair that covers her perky 34B breasts which are set on a slender frame, and the most beautiful face you have ever seen.

Tonight she was at a party of wealthy people, most of whom she hated with a passion, the way they looked down their nose at her as if she was commiting a crime just by having not attended Oxford of Cambridge University, the only matter that was in effect about these parties were the Cy Young rich men, although she had recently discovered that they were all good for nothing scum purse too, since her in vogue fan had recently been smelling like another girls perfume, she would 've slept around too, but she was far too scared of making a repute for herself.

Em wandered through the political party, moving from way to room. She tried not to think about her date, off somewhere fucking some dolled up whore. She desperately needed to be fucked, but she would be damned if she would let him take her ever again. Desperate to be touched, she slipped down the vestibule, and closed the threshold to the bathroom behind her. She looked at herself in the mirror, flustered and horny. She then played with her breast over her black, silken and light dress. She sank down onto the floor and she pulled her wearing apparel up over her hips exposing her thigh and her soaked panties, she then shoved her script in her panties, desperately fucking her wet cunt with two finger. She groaned, trying to be quite, her feet spread, leaning against the sink. She closed her eyes, enjoying the sensory faculty. A penetrative belt at the door ripped her aid back to reality. She dropped her apparel down, and quickly washed her hand. Cracking the room access, she peeked up and down the lobby, not seeing anyone. It was iniquity and the sound of the music was very removed, Whomever had knocked on the door had not stuck around to see her pity. She slipped down the mansion house and out of the back room access, into the gardens. She desperately needed to cum, but did n't want to brook through the high society bullshit. She wandered down a garden path, it was darkness and she walked until she found a secluded work bench, and sat down. She thought about playing with herself right there, but the risk of infection of being caught was just too great. As a gust of lead swept past her she rose to leave alone, and arms wrapped around her, a handwriting slapping over her mouth.

She froze, as a interpreter whispered in her ear, `` Do n't run, do n't cry, or they will never find your consistency. Now lets finish what you started in the can. '' the spokesperson was unfamiliar and moth-eaten. She stood still, in shock. Her whimpers muffled. bust making her eyeliner run. Her thoughts of what was coming next scared her but on the early hired hand they did n't, she was so desperate to be touched and fucked, hard.

Her pussy tensed. She felt dirty, knowing this someone had heard her touching herself, but she was also turned on. He pushed her down, bending her over at her pelvic arch on the bench. He pulled her dress up, and ripped her panties off of her body, making her gasp as the cold air outside got to her slit. With no further ceremonial occasion, he shoved his hard hammer into her. She screamed into his hand, her twat stretching to subscribe to him in. She could feel every vein on his huge cock. He slammed into her, her pussy screaming in pain as his cock violated her. He thrust like this for a time, and she realized her dead body was getting turned on by it. She tried not to, but she could feel an climax coming on. Her body betrayed her, waves of pleasure slamming through her. She could sense her pussy squeezing his cock. He felt her cumming, he pulled out. Slapping her around the nerve, hard. With than he told her to get on her knees, she did as she was told and felt his still unvoiced hawkshaw, slowly pushing into her non-lubed up ass. Em screamed and he pushed it all the way. He put his digit in her back talk and opened it wide, shoving her soaking panties into her slutty sassing. `` do n't you defy spue threm out ! '' he whispered. He pounded her, hard, until he felt himself explode, so he grabbed her by the hair, he pulled her on to her knees, facing him. She shivered, staring at his hard cock, inches from her face. He started slapping her with it, like it was a cane. Then he grabbed a handful of her hair and began to fuck her mouth. The head of his turncock slid in and out of her throat. She felt him tense, as he held it right there as inscrutable as potential. He then started jerking again as she prepared herself to live with his cum, but he pulled out of her sass. He pointed his cock down, right at her segmentation. She stared, magic spell limit, as jet after jet of cum spurted on to her chest, running down her breasts. She could sense it, sliding down her cleavage, down her stomach.

He leaned down, whispering in her ear, `` Wear my cum for the rest of the night, and do n't leave ahead of time. Or I 'll find you again, and make you regret it. '' With that he disappeared into the night, leaving her with no panties, dress around her pelvis, and wearing his cum. He let Emily st at the bench to realize what just happened, as he walked into the party like zippo happened at all .