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

Tonight she was at a political party of wealthy mass, most of whom she hated with a warmth, the way they looked down their noses at her as if she was commiting a crime just by having not attended Oxford of Cambridge, the lonesome affair that was unspoiled about these political party were the young plentiful men, although she had recently discovered that they were all good for aught scum base too, since her latest lover had recently been smelling like another girls perfume, she would 've slept around too, but she was far too scare away of making a report for herself.

Em wandered through the party, moving from room to room. She tried not to mean about her day of the month, off somewhere fucking some dolled up whore. She desperately needed to be fucked, but she would be damned if she would let him acquire her ever again. Desperate to be touched, she slipped down the hall, and closed the door to the john behind her. She looked at herself in the mirror, flustered and horny. She then played with her breasts over her black, silklike and curtly dress. She sank down onto the floor and she pulled her dress up over her hip exposing her second joint and her soaked pantie, she then shoved her bridge player in her pantie, desperately fucking her wet bitch with two fingers. She groaned, trying to be quite, her feet spread, leaning against the sump. She closed her centre, enjoying the adept. A penetrating roast at the door ripped her attention back to reality. She dropped her dress down, and quickly washed her deal. Cracking the door, she peeked up and down the hall, not seeing anyone. It was dark and the phone of the music was very distant, Whomever had knocked on the room access had not stuck around to see her shame. She slipped down the hall and out of the backwards doors, into the gardens. She desperately needed to cum, but did n't want to suffer through the high society dogshit. She wandered down a garden itinerary, it was dark and she walked until she found a secluded judiciary, and sat down. She thought about playing with herself right there, but the danger of being caught was just too great. As a gust of wind swing out past her she rose to leave, and coat of arms wrapped around her, a helping hand slapping over her mouth.

She froze, as a voice whispered in her ear, `` Do n't run, do n't scream, or they will never find your body. Now lets finish what you started in the bathroom. '' the part was unfamiliar and dusty. She stood still, in shock. Her whine muffled. Tears making her eyeliner run. Her thoughts of what was coming next scared her but on the early helping hand they did n't, she was so desperate to be touched and fucked, hard.

Her pussycat tensed. She felt dirty, knowing this person had heard her touching herself, but she was also turned on. He pushed her down, bending her over at her hips on the bench. He pulled her garb up, and ripped her panties off of her body, making her gasp as the cold-blooded air outside got to her pussy. With no further observance, he shoved his knockout stopcock into her. She screamed into his hand, her pussy stretching to take him in. She could sense every mineral vein on his huge peter. He slammed into her, her kitty-cat screaming in botheration as his pecker violated her. He thrust like this for a time, and she realized her body was getting turned on by it. She tried not to, but she could feel an sexual climax coming on. Her body betrayed her, waves of pleasure slamming through her. She could palpate her pussy squeezing his cock. He felt her cumming, he pulled out. Slapping her around the face, punishing. With than he told her to get on her knee, she did as she was told and felt his still hard dick, slowly pushing into her non-lubed up ass. Em screamed and he pushed it all the way. He put his digit in her mouth and opened it across-the-board, shoving her soaking panty into her slutty mouth. `` do n't you dare spue threm out ! '' he whispered. He pounded her, grueling, 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 lip. The head of his cock slid in and out of her pharynx. She felt him tense, as he held it right there as trench as possible. He then started jerking again as she prepared herself to immerse his cum, but he pulled out of her mouth. He pointed his prick down, right at her segmentation. She stared, spell spring, 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 Nox, and do n't exit early. Or I 'll receive you again, and stimulate you regret it. '' With that he disappeared into the Nox, leaving her with no pantie, dress around her hip, and wearing his cum. He let Emily st at the bench to actualise what just happened, as he walked into the political party like nothing happened at all .