It 's late evening, around eight pm, with a few second gear ticking away on that annoying clock over the kitchen door. You 're sitting there in your living way, reading a book, your heart stuck on the pages, your psyche 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. lightlessness yoga pants caress along your legs and a violet sweatshirt lies tight on your body, a black jersey peeking out slightly below it. In the background plays a radio receiver station which you hardly pay aid to, it 's there mainly for ambience, so you don't feel like your home alone and lonely. So engrossed are you with the ledger that you do n't point out me silently making my way into the sustenance room, walking around the cover of the couch and standing over you in secretiveness, watching you read the book but saying nothing. Suddenly, all too suddenly you ca n't see the book ... or anything really as the world turns black and as you try and scream out a deal covers your lip and holds you in position, letting you struggle and wriggle but nothing more than.

With my strong point I purely overpower you, pushing you onto your spine on the couch and straddling your tummy, using that to pin you down as my hands move to thrust a gag in your sassing, forcing your sass apart and then taping it closed. You try and fight back, you punch against my chest of drawers 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 make it all but impossible. Once you 're fully tied down I get off you finally, lifting you up over my articulatio humeri and carrying you into the bedroom. I still do n't say anything and you struggle but there 's null 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 prison term, enjoying the moment as I untie your workforce, only to tie them to the bedposts. I do the same with your legs, giving your thigh a light-colored smack when I have you spread eagle. Your clothing is next, it 'll be too hard to hire it off so I grab out my sack knife and start slice, getting rid of the yoga knickers first, followed by the sweatshirt. The t-shirt is easier, one expert piece and along with it I snip your bra right down the center, leaving you afford, exposed, naked for my oculus while yours are still blindfolded.

As I stand there over you I smile watching your titty salary increase and decline as you take in shoal breaths, on the brink of hysteria but still no sound coming out due to the gag. I let you feel it for a little prospicient, reverence, before I finally lean down and lick along your earlobe and whisper in `` Relax babygirl ... you 'll be enjoying this ''. As you hear my vocalization you finally start calming down, though only from the fear, instead your body bloom, you get excited, anticipating what will occur, furious as well for what I did. I remove the gag finally and as you start to talk my hand covers your mouthpiece and a slight shhhh is all you hear from me as my brim begin moving along your body, at your throat first, sucking and biting, necking, licking and nibbling. My hands are idle either, moving along your breasts, cupping them as my palms stroke along your nipple, turning into my finger pads pinching them, tugging them upwards lightly and then gloomy they go.

As my hired hand finally reaches down to your slit and lightly caresses over your outer back talk, my own lips move up a bit, giving your jaw a sparkle nip and then to your mouth, pressing into them hard, my knife pushing past your lips, kissing you with passionateness, though you can feel my clothing still against your body, a moan of thwarting leaving your lip as all you get is those tiny caresses. Even before you can enjoy my manus they move again, slapping along your thighs as I pull away finally. You can hear me undressing, my clothing being tossed off to the side of meat and then before you can quash it I 'm straddling your dead body again, my cock pushed past your lips and my hips pushing it back and forth within your warm, wet sass. My hands reach forward and grab your hair, holding your head in topographic point as I use your sass for my own delight, my cock working its way in and out, starting to gag you, you 're gasping for intimation your choking and yet I still cultivate my own pleasure. As you start growing redder and puff more than and more I finally release the wait, pulling my pecker away and watching as a chain of spit 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, make for what's to issue forth. I take my fourth dimension with you, my clenched fist tight in your hair, using you for my delight, taking what I want from your body. I work my stopcock back and forth, letting it deplumate back only when I need to, just so you can emit.

Soon enough I 'm moving again though, yanking the blindfold off so you can finally see my naked body, my cock leaving your mouth as I reposition myself on top of you, forcing my shaft inside of your hot pussy in one intemperately stroke, pushing in and taking your tightness for my own. My arms are on either side of you, my lip pressed down to yours and my hips move back and forth, forcing my cock to thrust into you fast, pulling out just enough so it can flap down back in again. You can palpate my thorax heaving against your breasts, my intimation mixing with yours as we kiss and moan into each other's mouthpiece. As I build up speed you whimper against my lips and moan out, your pelvic arch moving to meet my thrusts, debauched and faster we fuck, loving every minute of each other's bodies ... up until the moment when I pull myself free and brook back. I leave you there, whimpering, gasping and looking shocked and hurt that you were not allowed to find my cum in you, to be made to cum yourself. Yet I smile a perverse smiling at you and grab that pocket tongue again, using it to release your legs and arms as I grab your humble trunk and flip you over, pushing your face down into the bed while I locating myself behind you, my legs pressed to your own, my putz sliding up and down your rim, the tip press in then pulling back out, sliding across your clit and teasing you slowly. Finally you scream out at me `` JUST FUCK ME YOU FUCKING mongrel ! '' and as you scream my peter playground slide right back inside of your torso. I reach around and grab your forget breast in my script, kneading the flesh, massaging and loving it. My fingerbreadth at meter twisting and pinching piece at others it 's just my medal over it. My early handwriting slap at your ass, working it until it is a hot and angry shade of red, moving from one cheek to the other. Only once your ass is nice and red do I start to have it away into you in earnest, working my hips fast, slapping my thigh against the back of yours as my cock force play inside of you the entirely way and then I pull back almost until I 'm fully withdrawn, only to mosh back forward.

Now that your ass is red my handwriting having cipher to do wraps around your hip and my fingers work along your clit, my cock still pounding into you. AS I work your consistence you begin to excite and shudder, your moans and moan coming louder and louder as your soundbox heats up and whole kit with mine, an sexual climax rolling across your body. I continue fucking you firmly and quick during it, my finger's breadth never stopping on your clit, trying to sustain it as long as potential though before long your wet twat milk my own cum out of me, jet after spurt of hot cum fill you up. I leave my pecker in you for a few instant after, just keeping my cum inside of you as my dick slowly leaves your torso and I pull you into an embrace, cuddling up to you in after orgasmic bliss, my lips pressing to your earlobe and neck, giving you a few kisses as we cuddle up in the dark .