Emily, or Em as she prefers to be called, is a gorgeous 5ft 3 '' brunet, with elegant prospicient pilus that covers her buoyant 34B white meat which are set on a slender frame, and the most beautiful cheek 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 olfactory organ at her as if she was commiting a offence just by having not attended oxford of cambridge, the only thing that was secure about these company were the young rich men, although she had recently discovered that they were all good for naught scum bags too, since her former lover had recently been smelling like another girls essence, she would 've slept around too, but she was far too scared of making a reputation for herself.

Em wandered through the party, moving from elbow room 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 hall, and closed the door to the bathroom behind her. She looked at herself in the mirror, flustered and horny. She then played with her knocker over her black, silklike and short dress. She sank down onto the floor and she pulled her dress up over her articulatio coxae exposing her thighs and her soaked panties, she then shoved her script in her scanty, desperately fucking her wet cunt with two fingerbreadth. She groaned, trying to be quite, her groundwork spread, leaning against the swallow hole. She closed her eyes, enjoying the sense impression. A sharp roast at the door ripped her aid back to reality. She dropped her dress down, and quickly washed her hand. Cracking the threshold, she peeked up and down the hall, not seeing anyone. It was dark and the sound of the music was very distant, Whomever had knocked on the door had not stuck around to see her shame. She slipped down the student residence and out of the back doors, into the gardens. She desperately needed to cum, but did n't require to suffer through the high high society shit. She wandered down a garden path, it was dark and she walked until she found a secluded bench, and sat down. She thought about playing with herself right there, but the endangerment of being caught was just too capital. As a gust of winding swept past her she rose to leave, and munition wrapped around her, a manus 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 voice was unfamiliar and insensate. She stood still, in shock. Her whimpers muffled. Tears making her eyeliner run. Her thoughts of what was coming next scared her but on the other hand they did n't, she was so do-or-die to be touched and fucked, hard.

Her pussy 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 dress up, and ripped her panties off of her consistency, making her pant as the dusty air outside got to her kitty. With no boost ceremony, he shoved his hard cock into her. She screamed into his hired man, her pussy stretching to study him in. She could sense every vein on his Brobdingnagian peter. He slammed into her, her twat screaming in infliction 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 experience an coming coming on. Her body betrayed her, waves of pleasance slamming through her. She could feel her pussy squeezing his cock. He felt her cumming, he pulled out. Slapping her around the face, hard. With than he told her to get on her knees, she did as she was told and felt his still hard prick, slowly pushing into her non-lubed up ass. Em screamed and he pushed it all the way. He put his fingers in her rima oris and opened it wide, shoving her soaking panty into her slutty mouth. `` do n't you dare spit threm out ! '' he whispered. He pounded her, strong, 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 backbreaking cock, inches from her human face. He started slapping her with it, like it was a cane. Then he grabbed a handful of her pilus and began to get laid her mouth. The question of his cock slid in and out of her throat. She felt him tense, as he held it right there as deep as possible. He then started jerking again as she prepared herself to swallow his cum, but he pulled out of her back talk. He pointed his stopcock down, right at her segmentation. She stared, while limit, as jet after jet of cum spurted on to her breast, running down her white meat. She could palpate it, sliding down her segmentation, down her breadbasket.

He leaned down, whispering in her ear, `` Wear my cum for the rest of the dark, and do n't leave alone ahead of time. Or I 'll recover you again, and name you regret it. '' With that he disappeared into the night, leaving her with no step-in, dress around her hips, and wearing his cum. He let Emily st at the bench to bring in what just happened, as he walked into the company like nothing happened at all .