Emily, or Em as she prefers to be called, is a gorgeous 5ft 3 '' brunet, 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 company of wealthy hoi polloi, to the highest degree of whom she hated with a passion, the way they looked down their nozzle at her as if she was commiting a offence just by having not attended oxford of cambridge, the simply thing that was good about these parties were the young rich men, although she had recently discovered that they were all in effect for nothing trash bags too, since her latest lover had recently been smelling like another lady friend perfume, she would 've slept around too, but she was far too scared of making a repute for herself.

Em wandered through the company, moving from room to room. She tried not to call back about her particular date, off somewhere fucking some dolled up fancy woman. 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 john behind her. She looked at herself in the mirror, flustered and horny. She then played with her breast over her black, silken and short dress. She sank down onto the level and she pulled her attire up over her hips exposing her thigh and her soaked panties, she then shoved her paw in her panty, desperately fucking her wet cunt with two finger's breadth. She groaned, trying to be quite, her feet spread, leaning against the sink. She closed her center, enjoying the maven. A sharp whack at the door ripped her attention back to world. She dropped her dress down, and quickly washed her hand. Cracking the doorway, 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 doorway had not stuck around to see her shame. She slipped down the Granville Stanley Hall and out of the back threshold, into the gardens. She desperately needed to cum, but did n't want to digest through the luxuriously order horseshit. She wandered down a garden path, it was coloured and she walked until she found a withdraw bench, and sat down. She thought about playing with herself right there, but the risk of being caught was just too great. As a gust of nothingness sweep up past her she rose to leave, and blazonry wrapped around her, a hand slapping over her mouth.

She froze, as a voice whispered in her ear, `` Do n't run, do n't cry, or they will never find oneself your physical structure. Now lets stop what you started in the bath. '' the spokesperson was unfamiliar and inhuman. She stood still, in shock absorber. Her whimpers muffled. Tears making her eyeliner run. Her cerebration of what was coming next scared her but on the other hand they did n't, she was so heroic 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 body, making her pant as the frigid air outside got to her kitty. With no promote ceremony, he shoved his hard turncock into her. She screamed into his hand, her pussy stretching to take him in. She could find every vein on his huge dick. He slammed into her, her snatch screaming in pain as his cock violated her. He thrust like this for a fourth dimension, and she realized her organic structure 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 feel her kitty-cat squeezing his putz. He felt her cumming, he pulled out. Slapping her around the expression, hard. With than he told her to get on her knee, she did as she was told and felt his still arduous dick, slowly pushing into her non-lubed up ass. Em screamed and he pushed it all the way. He put his fingers in her oral fissure and opened it wide, shoving her soaking panties into her slutty mouth. `` do n't you dare spit threm out ! '' he whispered. He pounded her, intemperately, until he felt himself explode, so he grabbed her by the hairsbreadth, 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 sleep with her oral fissure. The heading of his turncock slid in and out of her throat. She felt him tense, as he held it right there as inscrutable as possible. He then started jerking again as she prepared herself to immerse his cum, but he pulled out of her sass. He pointed his cock down, right at her cleavage. She stared, magical spell bound, as jet after jet of cum spurted on to her chest, running down her boob. She could feel it, sliding down her cleavage, down her abdomen.

He leaned down, whispering in her ear, `` Wear my cum for the rest of the dark, and do n't leave behind former. Or I 'll notice you again, and make you repent it. '' With that he disappeared into the Nox, leaving her with no panty, garb around her hips, 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 .