It 's belated even, around eight pm, with a few indorsement ticking away on that annoying clock over the kitchen room access. You 're sitting there in your animation room, reading a book, your heart stuck on the pages, your mind totally engrossed in it. One leg is stretched out, the other is crooked and your cheek is in your hand as you lay there comfortably, a pillow behind you, laying there in pure comfort. Negroid yoga pants caress along your legs and a purpleness sweatshirt lies tight on your trunk, a melanize T-shirt peeking out slightly below it. In the background plays a radio receiver station which you hardly pay attention to, it 's there mainly for ambiance, so you don't feel like your home alone and lonely. So absorb are you with the record that you do n't detect me silently making my way into the living room, walking around the back of the couch and standing over you in silence, watching you read the book but saying nothing. Suddenly, all too suddenly you ca n't see the record book ... or anything really as the world turns black and as you try and scream out a hand covers your mouth and holds you in office, letting you struggle and wriggle but zip more.

With my military posture I purely overpower you, pushing you onto your back on the couch and straddling your stomach, using that to pin you down as my bridge player move to squeeze a gag in your mouth, forcing your lip apart and then taping it closed. You try and fight back, you punch against my bureau and try to scratch at my face but I grab your wrist and quickly tie them together, moving to do the same with your legs as you kick and attain it all but impossible. Once you 're fully tied down I get off you finally, lifting you up over my berm and carrying you into the sleeping accommodation. I still do n't say anything and you struggle but there 's nothing you can do at this decimal 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 contrive you down. I work slowly now, taking my time, enjoying the moment as I untie your hands, only to tie them to the bedposts. I do the same with your legs, giving your thigh a easy flavor when I have you spread eagle. Your wear is next, it 'll be too hard to demand it off so I grab out my pocket knife and start fade, getting rid of the yoga gasp first, followed by the sweatshirt. The jersey is easier, one good fade and along with it I snip your bra right down the center, leaving you open, exposed, naked for my center while yours are still blindfolded.

As I stand there over you I smile watching your breast salary increase and fall as you take in shallow breaths, on the wand of craze but still no speech sound coming out due to the gag. I let you feel it for a piffling foresightful, fear, before I finally lean down and bat along your earlobe and whisper in `` Relax babygirl ... you 'll be enjoying this ''. As you hear my phonation you finally originate calming down, though only from the fear, instead your trunk 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 hand covers your mouthpiece and a thin shhhh is all you hear from me as my lips begin moving along your eubstance, at your throat first, sucking and biting, kissing, licking and nibbling. My hands are idle either, moving along your tit, cupping them as my medal stroke along your mamilla, turning into my finger launching pad pinching them, tugging them upwards lightly and then lower they go.

As my hand finally reaches down to your pussy and lightly caresses over your outer rim, my own sass move up a bit, giving your jaw a light nip and then to your sassing, pressing into them hard, my spit pushing past your sass, kissing you with love, though you can finger my clothing still against your consistency, a moan of frustration leaving your lips as all you get is those tiny caresses. Even before you can savour my hired man they move again, slapping along your thighs as I pull away finally. You can pick up me undressing, my clothing being tossed off to the face and then before you can debar it I 'm straddling your organic structure again, my cock pushed past your brim and my hip joint pushing it back and forth within your warm, wet mouth. My workforce reach forward and grab your hair, holding your head in place as I use your sass for my own pleasure, my shaft working its way in and out, starting to gag you, you 're gasping for breather your choking and yet I still go my own pleasure. As you start growing redder and puff More and More I finally release the hold, pulling my cock away and watching as a drawstring of spittle connects the tip to your sassing. As you breathe in quickly, regaining your breath I shove my cock back in, working it as far as your body will tolerate, getting it wet, cook for what's to come. I take my clock time with you, my fists tight in your hair, using you for my pleasure, taking what I want from your organic structure. I work my cock back and forth, letting it pull back only when I need to, just so you can rest.

Soon enough I 'm moving again though, yanking the blindfold off so you can finally see my naked consistence, my cock leaving your lips as I reposition myself on top of you, forcing my prick inside of your hot kitty in one punishing chance event, pushing in and taking your minginess for my own. My weaponry are on either side of you, my backtalk pressed down to yours and my articulatio coxae move back and forth, forcing my pecker to thrust into you fast, pulling out just enough so it can flap down back in again. You can find my breast heaving against your breasts, my hint mixing with yours as we kiss and groan into each other's mouths. As I build up speed you whimper against my rim and moan out, your hip moving to encounter my thrusts, debauched and faster we fuck, loving every minute of each early's soundbox ... up until the moment when I pull myself free 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 smile at you and seize that pocket knife again, using it to give up your wooden leg and arms as I grab your smaller body and pass you over, pushing your face down into the bed while I situation myself behind you, my pegleg pressed to your own, my shaft sliding up and down your lip, the tip pressing in then pulling back out, sliding across your button and teasing you slowly. Finally you scream out at me `` JUST FUCK ME YOU FUCKING BASTARD ! '' and as you scream my shaft slides right back inside of your trunk. I reach around and grab your left-hand tit in my manus, kneading the shape, massaging and loving it. My fingerbreadth at times twisting and pinching while at others it 's just my ribbon over it. My other hand slaps at your ass, working it until it is a hot and angry tone of red, moving from one face to the other. Only once your ass is decent and red do I get down to fuck into you in earnest, working my hips fast, slapping my thighs against the back of yours as my cock military force inside of you the wholly way and then I pull back almost until I 'm fully withdrawn, only to slam back forward.

Now that your ass is red my hand having zero to do wrapping around your hip and my finger work along your clit, my rooster still pounding into you. AS I work your body you begin to escape from and shudder, your moans and groans coming louder and louder as your body heats up and works with mine, an coming rolling across your body. I continue fucking you hard and dissolute during it, my finger never stopping on your button, trying to prolong it as long as possible though before long your wet pussy milks my own cum out of me, spirt after squirt of hot cum woof you up. I leave my cock in you for a few moments after, just keeping my cum inside of you as my dick slowly leaves your body and I pull you into an embracing, cuddling up to you in after orgasmic bliss, my brim pressing to your earlobe and neck opening, giving you a few buss as we cuddle up in the dark .