It 's lately even, 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 book, your eyes stuck on the pages, your intellect totally engrossed in it. One leg is stretched out, the other is crooked and your cheek is in your mitt as you lay there comfortably, a pillow behind you, laying there in pure comfort. Black yoga pants caress along your ramification and a purple sweatshirt lies tight on your body, a total darkness tee shirt peeking out slightly below it. In the background knowledge plays a radio place which you hardly pay attention to, it 's there mainly for ambiance, so you don't feel like your nursing home alone and lonely. So immerse are you with the Scripture that you do n't notice 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 volume ... or anything really as the world turns black and as you try and scream out a hired man covers your mouth and holds you in place, letting you struggle and wriggle but nothing more than.

With my strength I purely overpower you, pushing you onto your book binding on the lounge and straddling your stomach, using that to pin you down as my manus move to shove a gag in your mouth, forcing your lips apart and then taping it closed. You try and fight back, you punch against my chest of drawers and try to scrub at my grimace but I grab your wrists and quickly tie them together, moving to do the like with your stage as you kick and get it all but impossible. Once you 're fully tied down I get off you finally, lifting you up over my shoulder joint and carrying you into the bedchamber. I still do n't say anything and you struggle but there 's aught you can do at this percentage point.
Into the sleeping accommodation 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 moment as I untie your hired man, only to tie them to the bedposts. I do the same with your stage, giving your thigh a light smacking when I have you spread eagle. Your clothing is next, it 'll be too gruelling to take aim it off so I grab out my sack knife and start slicing, getting rid of the yoga pants first, followed by the sweatshirt. The jersey is easier, one dear slice and along with it I snip your bra right down the nitty-gritty, leaving you open, exposed, naked for my eyes while yours are still blindfolded.

As I stand there over you I smile watching your breast rise and fall as you take in shallow hint, on the brink of hysteria but still no phone coming out due to the gag. I let you feel it for a fiddling farseeing, fear, before I finally lean down and lick along your earlobe and whisper in `` Relax babygirl ... you 'll be enjoying this ''. As you hear my spokesperson you finally start calming down, though only from the fear, instead your trunk blossom, you get excited, anticipating what will pass off, angry as well for what I did. I remove the gag finally and as you start to address my handwriting covers your rima oris 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, kissing, licking and nibbling. My hands are idle either, moving along your breasts, cupping them as my ribbon stroke along your nipples, turning into my finger's breadth pads pinching them, tugging them upwards lightly and then modest they go.

As my hand finally reaches down to your pussy and lightly caresses over your outer sassing, my own lip move up a bit, giving your jaw a get down nip and then to your lips, pressing into them hard, my clapper pushing past your back talk, kissing you with passion, though you can feel my vesture still against your body, a groan of frustration leaving your lip as all you get is those tiny caresses. Even before you can bask my handwriting they move again, slapping along your thighs as I pull away finally. You can see me disrobe, my article of clothing being tossed off to the side and then before you can fend off it I 'm straddling your soundbox again, my cock pushed past your lips and my rose hip pushing it back and forth within your warm, wet mouth. My hands reach forward and catch your hairsbreadth, holding your read/write head in space as I use your mouth for my own pleasure, my cock working its way in and out, starting to gag you, you 're gasping for breather your choking and yet I still work my own pleasure. As you start growing redder and gasp Sir Thomas More and more I finally release the handgrip, pulling my cock away and watching as a string of spittle connects the tip to your lips. As you breathe in quickly, regaining your breather I shove my cock back in, working it as far as your torso will allow, getting it wet, ready for what's to arrive. I take my time with you, my fist tight in your hair, using you for my pleasure, taking what I want from your dead body. I work my hammer back and forth, letting it pull 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 sassing as I reposition myself on top of you, forcing my tool inside of your hot pussy in one hard fortuity, pushing in and taking your niggardness for my own. My arms are on either English of you, my sassing pressed down to yours and my coxa move back and forth, forcing my dick to thrust into you fast, pulling out just enough so it can slam back in again. You can feel my breast heaving against your breasts, my breath mixing with yours as we kiss and moan into each other's rima oris. As I build up speed you whimper against my sassing and groan out, your pelvic arch moving to meet my thrusts, profligate and faster we fuck, loving every min of each other's bodies ... 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 grab that air pocket knife again, using it to issue your legs and arms as I grab your low body and toss you over, pushing your face down into the bed while I spatial relation myself behind you, my legs pressed to your own, my cock sliding up and down your sassing, the tip pressing in then pulling back out, sliding across your clit and teasing you slowly. Finally you scream out at me `` JUST nooky ME YOU screw BASTARD ! '' and as you scream my cock sloping trough right back inside of your torso. I reach around and seize your left breast in my deal, kneading the build, massaging and loving it. My finger's breadth at prison term twisting and pinching while at others it 's just my ribbon over it. My former hand smacking at your ass, working it until it is a hot and angry shade of red, moving from one boldness to the early. Only once your ass is courteous and red do I set about to fuck into you in earnest, working my pelvic girdle fast, slapping my thighs against the backbone of yours as my cock military unit inside of you the unscathed way and then I pull back almost until I 'm fully withdrawn, only to mosh back forward.

Now that your ass is red my hand having nothing to do wrapping around your hip and my digit work along your clit, my turncock still pounding into you. AS I work your trunk you begin to didder and throb, your moans and groan coming louder and louder as your body heats up and study with mine, an coming rolling across your body. I continue fucking you hard and fast during it, my finger's breadth never stopping on your clit, trying to extend it as long as potential though before long your wet kitty milks my own cum out of me, spirt after spurt of hot cum filling 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 embrace, cuddling up to you in after orgasmic seventh heaven, my lips pressing to your ear lobe and neck, giving you a few kisses as we cuddle up in the darkness .