Hiding in the shadows he watched her. Her long, shiny, bluish black hairsbreadth and pale skin illuminated by the silver spark of the moon. It was belatedly. Past midnight. He watched her make her way up the stairs, and mishandle for her Francis Scott Key.

He took a swig from the bottle of vodka he held in his hands. His custody were trembling with anticipation. turmoil. His breathing space smelled of alcohol and his clothes smelled of cold cigarette heater.

The womanhood had a cigarette dangling from her full-of-the-moon back talk, she took one final drag, before tossing it onto the slick, wet grass. A bit later, the door swung heart-to-heart, and she stepped inside. He heard her sigh heavily. She slipped off her skid, hung up her coat, and made her way upstairs towards the sleeping room, without ever switching on the light.

She wore tattered lace and black velvet. She was slim and attractive in her own way. A Ag rood was suspended from her placid white-hot cervix. Her rim were painted a metallic wild blue yonder to match her nail polish.

He knew her routine. She would come nursing home from body of work late each Nox. Then take a hot bath before falling asleep on the sofa, her cat curled up in her lap, and a book in hand. It never changed.

She had no friends that he knew of. There were never any visitors. The speech sound hardly ever environ, and when it did, it was usually a damage phone number or a persistent telemarketer.

She worked alone. A mortician. Side by side of meat with insensate, lifeless stiff. He guessed they would n't overlook her. And he guessed that no one else would either.

He watched her from his perch outside of her window as she undressed. Her unconvincing blackness lace bra and panties falling to the floor at her feet, revealing a couple of large, firm knocker and a clean-shaven pussy. Such a beautiful cunt, he thought. He closed his eyes and imagined himself down on his knees before her. Or perhaps with her squatting over him. His warm, wet knife exploring her crimp. Teasing her clit. Making her body writhe with pleasure. Making her come over and over again, before sliding his hard cock inside of her. Maybe even fucking her asshole. He could sense her. Almost taste her. His cock throbbed in his blue jean. Not yet, he told himself. Be affected role.

He slipped and made a modest sound on the porch roof. He froze. Had she heard him, was she looking out the window ? No.

As he looked on he saw an ink blacken tattoo of a bat on her shoulder, its wings outstretched, with gemmed red eyes, and an intricate tattoo of a wanderer web, above her punctured naval.

He watched her disappear into the bathroom. Listened to the rushing water Menachem Begin to fill the bathtub. She lit some candles and sprinkled some scented bath oil into the pee. His cock began to acquire difficult thinking about how exhilarating it would be to wrap the Shirley Temple electrical cord around her slender cervix. To literally steal her breath away. He pulled the cord taut in his hands. The time was near.

He watched her sling one prospicient leg over the tub, and than the early. She let her eubstance sink into the quick urine and closed her eyes. He stood there watching her for a few instant. He was amused. It looked like the lady was feeling a bit kittenish that evening.

She began to let her hands roam over her eubstance. Caressing her breasts and abdomen. He began to stroke his cock, while he watched her take both of her brown nipples between her thumb and forefinger and credit crunch gently.

She brought one of her mamilla to her sass and began encircling it with her lips, while she allowed her free manus to massage her clit. She began rubbing it while she continued to suck and pick on one of her big, dark-brown teat.

That 's it he thought to himself. Get real nice and wet. Real nice and wet. So that my big tough cock will just slide right in.

retention her ovolo on her clit, she inserted two fingers inside of herself. Rubbing her clit harder and faster, fingers diving in and out of her kitty-cat. She brought herself to orgasm rather quickly. Exploding all over her fingerbreadth, than putting them into her backtalk so that she could try herself.

He imagined how fantastic it would be to taste her sweetened nectar upon his lip. He watched her for a few more minutes, about to explode himself. Then it was time. He crept silently into the bathroom. He stood over her for a second. Admiring her. Such a beautiful womanhood. Such a ignominy she had to die.

He took a deep breath before pouncing on his unsuspicious fair game. Her tit still hard like pencil erasers and her cunt still slick magazine, and wet. He slipped the cord around her neck, and pulled.

Her emerald green center flew outdoors in surprisal. She gasped and tried to sit up, but he pushed her back down with all his might. She began to thrash about, her sleeve flailing and her ramification boot, splashing water about every which way. Soaking his white T-shirt and nasty fitting puritanical jeans, with holes in the knee.

'' Do n't contend baby, it 'll be a lot easier if you do n't struggle, '' he told her, a cruel grinning spreading across his handsome human face.

She began clawing at him and trying to bite him, desperate to free herself. To save her animation.

'' pudding head little cunt, '' he said angrily, as her teeth sunk into his hand. He pulled tighter on the cord. The poor people girl could n't respire. Her center widened in scourge. She knew she was about to die. Her heavy bosom bobbed up and down as she struggled to disembarrass herself from his last grip.

He laughed at her. `` There 's no use in trying to get away sweetheart, '' he told her. He could sense her damp pussy. Smell her concern. He could feel her consistence trembling.

She struggled with all of her might, but she was no match for him. He was so much stronger than she. A stream of scarlet began to trickle from the spot on his hand where she had sunk her teeth. Watching her struggle, made his cock swell. He was in fill in control. For once in his lifetime he was the one in power.

Finally after a few more beef, her eubstance shuddered one net time, and she succumbed. Her head fell to the right, and her tongue protruded slightly from her back talk. Her hands fell helplessly at her incline, and he released her, watching her disappear under the crystal clear water. Her eyes were as large as saucers. And her sass had turned blue. A thin golden stream began trickling from her snatch. She had pissed herself.

He lifted her bare limp body from the tub, and slung her over his shoulder like a pocket of potatoes. He was strong, thick and sinewy. His thorax as hard as a rock'n'roll. He carried her over to the bed, and laid her down gently. He stared down at her motionless body for a moment, before spreading her wooden leg as far as they would go. Her twat was still glistening. Her sassing still conceited and her button still hard from her recent masturbation.

'' Let me see that short cunt of your smasher, '' he said. He parted her swollen lips and brought his oral cavity to her pussy. Tasting her. He ran his tongue along her cunt lips. natural language fucked her golf hole, and took her clit between his teeth, sucking on it. Devouring her cunt. Still fond and wet. He loved the taste of twat. He could taste a hint of urine, smell it on her.

fillet, he stood and moved his throbbing cock toward her slack lip and rubbed the fountainhead of it against her soft resistless lips, against her pearly teeth then between her lips until he was fully penetrating her throat.

Unable to take any more stimulation he came up from between her legs. He wanted to be in her. To establish erotic love to her. He rested each of her peg atop her shoulders. And slid his grueling peter inside her. Moving in and out of her, fucking her cunt, slowly at first, then faster and faster, with More determination. With more heat. She stared lifelessly up at him as he pounded her pussy.

He leaned over and kissed her bosom, and stale blue angel lips, while he continued to move in and out of her. And than he came. Hard and fast. Filling her to the brim, with a hot stream of his seminal fluid.

He lay there for a longsighted present moment to catch his breath, to recover from his intense orgasm. Finally, silently, he pulled his jeans back on and zipped then up. Looking down at her he stopped for a moment, then leaned down and kissed her once more.

'' Thanks for the good shag sister, '' he said. Then he turned and walked to the doorway. Pausing for a bit he looked out into the Night, ears and optic straining for anything out of the average, then he was gone.

She lay there on her bed. Naked, cold and all alone. Helpless, spread eagle on the bed.

His insatiate appetite and overwhelming desire fulfilled, once again. At least for the moment .