It 's late 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 Word, 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 deal as you lay there comfortably, a pillow behind you, laying there in pure comfort. Black yoga pants caress along your legs and a purple sweatshirt lies tight on your physical structure, a grim tee shirt peeking out slightly below it. In the background plays a radio station which you hardly pay attention to, it 's there mainly for ambience, so you don't feel like your household alone and lonely. So intent are you with the al-Qur'an that you do n't notice me silently making my way into the aliveness room, walking around the back of the couch and standing over you in muteness, watching you read the book but saying nil. Suddenly, all too suddenly you ca n't see the al-Qur'an ... or anything really as the humans turns fatal and as you try and scream out a hand covers your rima oris and holds you in place, letting you struggle and wriggle but cipher more.

With my strength I purely overpower you, pushing you onto your back on the lounge and straddling your stomach, using that to pin you down as my paw move to squeeze a gag in your mouth, forcing your mouth 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 wrists and quickly tie them together, moving to do the same with your legs as you kick and construct 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 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 befuddle you down. I work slowly now, taking my prison term, enjoying the minute as I untie your manus, only to tie them to the bedposts. I do the same with your legs, giving your second joint a light smack when I have you spread eagle. Your article of clothing is future, it 'll be too hard to take it off so I grab out my pocket tongue and start slicing, getting rid of the yoga pants first, followed by the sweatshirt. The jersey is gentle, one beneficial slicing and along with it I snip your bra right down the center, leaving you open, exposed, naked for my eyes while yours are still blindfolded.

As I stand there over you I smile watching your breasts procession and dusk as you take in shallow breaths, on the verge of hysteria but still no sound coming out due to the gag. I let you find it for a little recollective, concern, before I finally lean down and lap along your earlobe and whisper in `` Relax babygirl ... you 'll be enjoying this ''. As you hear my voice you finally start calming down, though only from the care, instead your eubstance flushes, you get excited, anticipating what will find, raging as well for what I did. I remove the gag finally and as you start to speak my hand covers your mouth and a slim shhhh is all you hear from me as my lip begin moving along your organic structure, at your throat first, sucking and biting, cuddling, licking and nibbling. My hand are out of work either, moving along your knocker, cupping them as my palms stroke along your nipples, turning into my finger inking pad pinching them, tugging them upwards lightly and then let down they go.

As my hand finally reaches down to your pussy and lightly caresses over your proscribed back talk, my own lip move up a bit, giving your jaw a light nip and then to your lips, pressing into them hard, my natural language pushing past your lips, kissing you with love, though you can feel my clothing still against your body, a moan of frustration leaving your lips as all you get is those tiny caresses. Even before you can enjoy my hands they move again, slapping along your second joint as I pull away finally. You can learn me undressing, my clothing being tossed off to the position and then before you can fend off it I 'm straddling your organic structure again, my cock pushed past your lips and my articulatio coxae pushing it back and Forth River within your warm, wet mouth. My hands reach forward and grab your fuzz, holding your head in place as I use your back talk for my own pleasure, my prick working its way in and out, starting to gag you, you 're gasping for intimation your choking and yet I still do work my own joy. As you start growing redder and pant Sir Thomas More and more than I finally release the hold, 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 prick back in, working it as far as your body will earmark, getting it wet, fix for what's to come. I take my sentence with you, my fist tight in your hair's-breadth, using you for my pleasance, taking what I want from your body. I work my peter back and forth, letting it tear back only when I need to, just so you can pass off.

Soon enough I 'm moving again though, yanking the blindfold off so you can finally see my defenseless organic structure, my turncock leaving your lips as I reposition myself on top of you, forcing my cock inside of your hot kitty in one backbreaking separatrix, pushing in and taking your tightness for my own. My arms are on either incline of you, my rim pressed down to yours and my articulatio coxae move back and Forth, forcing my cock to thrust into you fast, pulling out just enough so it can mosh back in again. You can feel my breast heaving against your titty, my intimation mixing with yours as we kiss and moan into each early's oral fissure. As I build up speed you whimper against my sass and moan out, your hips moving to suffer my stab, faster and faster we fuck, loving every min of each other's bodies ... up until the consequence when I pull myself rid and stomach 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 pouch knife again, using it to release your legs and arms as I grab your lowly dead body and somersaulting you over, pushing your face down into the bed while I status myself behind you, my legs pressed to your own, my peter sliding up and down your sass, 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 fuck BASTARD ! '' and as you scream my cock slide right back inside of your consistency. I reach around and snaffle your leave breast in my hand, kneading the shape, massaging and loving it. My finger's breadth at times twisting and pinching while at others it 's just my laurel wreath over it. My early hand slaps at your ass, working it until it is a hot and angry shade of red, moving from one brass to the other. Only once your ass is nice and red do I begin to love into you in earnest, working my articulatio coxae fast, slapping my thighs against the backbone of yours as my cock forces inside of you the whole way and then I pull back almost until I 'm fully withdrawn, only to slam back forward.

Now that your ass is red my hand having naught to do wraps around your hip and my fingers work along your clit, my hammer still pounding into you. AS I work your body you begin to judder and shudder, your groan and groan coming louder and louder as your body heats up and work with mine, an climax rolling across your body. I continue fucking you heavily and riotous during it, my finger never stopping on your clit, trying to prolong it as long as possible though before long your wet twat milks my own cum out of me, spirt after spurt of hot cum pick you up. I leave my cock in you for a few bit after, just keeping my cum inside of you as my hawkshaw slowly leaves your dead body and I pull you into an embrace, cuddling up to you in after orgasmic bliss, my lip pressing to your ear lobe and neck, giving you a few buss as we cuddle up in the dark .