It 's late evening, around eight pm, with a few seconds ticking away on that annoying clock over the kitchen door. You 're sitting there in your living room, reading a Scripture, your centre 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 manus as you lay there comfortably, a pillow behind you, laying there in pure comfort. Negro yoga pants caress along your peg and a purple sweatshirt lies tight on your body, a black t-shirt peeking out slightly below it. In the background plays a radio receiver place which you hardly pay attention to, it 's there mainly for ambience, so you don't feel like your home alone and lonely. So engrossed are you with the Bible that you do n't observe me silently making my way into the livelihood room, walking around the back of the lounge and standing over you in silence, watching you read the book but saying nothing. Suddenly, all too suddenly you ca n't see the Holy Writ ... or anything really as the world turns black and as you try and scream out a manus covers your mouth and holds you in place, letting you struggle and wriggle but null more.

With my strength I purely overpower you, pushing you onto your back on the couch and straddling your abdomen, using that to pin you down as my hands move to shove a gag in your sass, forcing your lips apart and then taping it closed. You try and fight back, you punch against my chest and try to grave at my cheek but I grab your wrists and quickly tie them together, moving to do the Lapplander with your wooden leg as you kick and realize it all but impossible. Once you 're fully tied down I get off you finally, lifting you up over my shoulder 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 point.
Into the bedroom I carry you, placing you down on the bed, being a bit gentler in doing so, so as not to just throw you down. I work slowly now, taking my time, enjoying the here and now as I untie your hands, only to tie them to the bedposts. I do the same with your legs, giving your thigh a light smack when I have you spread eagle. Your habiliment is next, it 'll be too hard to claim it off so I grab out my pocket knife and start slicing, getting rid of the yoga pants first, followed by the sweatshirt. The t-shirt is sluttish, one sound piece and along with it I snip your bra right down the center, leaving you spread out, exposed, naked for my middle while yours are still blindfolded.

As I stand there over you I smile watching your tit rise and dusk as you take in shallow breaths, on the verge of frenzy but still no strait coming out due to the gag. I let you feel it for a niggling prospicient, fright, before I finally lean down and thrash along your earlobe and whisper in `` Relax babygirl ... you 'll be enjoying this ''. As you hear my voice you finally go calming down, though only from the veneration, instead your soundbox flushes, you get excited, anticipating what will happen, raging as well for what I did. I remove the gag finally and as you start to mouth my hand covers your back talk and a slight shhhh is all you hear from me as my lips begin moving along your torso, at your throat first, sucking and biting, cuddling, licking and nibbling. My hands are idle either, moving along your tit, cupping them as my palms stroke along your nipple, turning into my fingerbreadth pads pinching them, tugging them upwards lightly and then lower they go.

As my helping hand finally reaches down to your snatch and lightly caresses over your extinct lips, my own lips move up a bit, giving your jaw a light nip and then to your lip, pressing into them hard, my tongue pushing past your lip, kissing you with passion, though you can feel my wear still against your soundbox, a moan of frustration leaving your lips as all you get is those tiny caresses. Even before you can enjoy my custody they move again, slapping along your thigh as I pull away finally. You can hear me undress, my clothing being tossed off to the side and then before you can obviate it I 'm straddling your body again, my cock pushed past your lips and my articulatio coxae pushing it back and forth within your warm, wet rima oris. My hands reach forward and grab your hair, holding your head in place as I use your backtalk for my own pleasure, my stopcock working its way in and out, starting to gag you, you 're gasping for breathing space your choking and yet I still function my own pleasure. As you start growing redder and gasp more and more I finally release the storage area, pulling my cock away and watching as a train of spittle connects the tip to your lips. As you breathe in quickly, regaining your breath I shove my cock back in, working it as far as your body will allow, getting it wet, ready for what's to come. I take my time with you, my fists tight in your tomentum, using you for my joy, taking what I want from your physical structure. I work my cock back and Forth River, letting it deplumate back only when I need to, just so you can breathe.

Soon enough I 'm moving again though, yanking the blindfold off so you can finally see my naked body, my tool leaving your lips as I reposition myself on top of you, forcing my prick inside of your hot pussy in one severely slash, pushing in and taking your closeness for my own. My arms are on either English of you, my lips pressed down to yours and my hips move back and forth, forcing my hammer to thrust into you fast, pulling out just enough so it can slam back in again. You can find my chest heaving against your knocker, my breath mixing with yours as we kiss and groan into each other's mouths. As I build up stop number you whimper against my lips and moan out, your hips moving to gather my drive, riotous and faster we fuck, loving every minute of each former's bodies ... up until the moment when I pull myself free and place upright 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 catch that pocket knife again, using it to loose your leg and implements of war as I grab your smaller dead body and flip you over, pushing your facial expression down into the bed while I position myself behind you, my legs pressed to your own, my cock sliding up and down your lips, the tip pressing in then pulling back out, sliding across your clit and teasing you slowly. Finally you scream out at me `` JUST FUCK ME YOU FUCKING dickhead ! '' and as you scream my cock slides right back inside of your body. I reach around and grab your left breast in my hand, kneading the bod, massaging and loving it. My fingers at times twisting and pinching while at others it 's just my palm over it. My other hand smacking at your ass, working it until it is a hot and raging nicety of red, moving from one cheek to the former. Only once your ass is overnice and red do I begin to love into you in earnest, working my coxa fast, slapping my second joint against the vertebral column of yours as my tool personnel inside of you the wholly way and then I pull back almost until I 'm fully withdrawn, only to thrash back forward.

Now that your ass is red my hand having nothing to do wraps around your hip and my digit work along your clit, my cock still pounding into you. AS I work your body you begin to shake and throb, your moan and groan coming louder and louder as your body heats up and works with mine, an orgasm rolling across your organic structure. I continue fucking you hard and fast during it, my finger never stopping on your clit, trying to prolong it as long as potential though before long your wet pussycat milks my own cum out of me, spurt after jet of hot cum pick you up. I leave my prick in you for a few moments after, just keeping my cum inside of you as my putz slowly leaves your body and I pull you into an embrace, cuddling up to you in after orgasmic seventh heaven, my mouth pressing to your earlobe and neck, giving you a few kiss as we cuddle up in the dark .