Emily, or Em as she prefers to be called, is a gorgeous 5ft 3 '' brunette, with elegant long hair that covers her perky 34B breasts which are set on a slender systema skeletale, and the most beautiful case you have ever seen.

Tonight she was at a party of loaded people, about of whom she hated with a passion, the way they looked down their noses at her as if she was commiting a offense just by having not attended oxford of cambridge, the only affair that was respectable about these party were the new rich men, although she had recently discovered that they were all good for goose egg scum bags too, since her latest lover had recently been smelling like another daughter perfume, she would 've slept around too, but she was far too frighten of making a report for herself.

Em wandered through the party, moving from elbow room to room. She tried not to cogitate about her engagement, off somewhere fucking some dolled up sporting lady. She desperately needed to be fucked, but she would be damned if she would let him occupy her ever again. Desperate to be touched, she slipped down the residence, and closed the room access to the bathroom behind her. She looked at herself in the mirror, flustered and horny. She then played with her white meat over her black, silky and short attire. She sank down onto the floor and she pulled her dress up over her rosehip exposing her thighs and her soaked pantie, she then shoved her script in her step-in, desperately fucking her wet slit with two fingers. She groaned, trying to be quite, her feet cattle farm, leaning against the sink. She closed her eyes, enjoying the superstar. A acuate knock at the threshold ripped her tending back to reality. She dropped her dress down, and quickly washed her deal. Cracking the door, she peeked up and down the Granville Stanley Hall, not seeing anyone. It was dark and the sound of the music was very upstage, Whomever had knocked on the doorway had not stuck around to see her pity. She slipped down the hall and out of the dorsum doors, into the gardens. She desperately needed to cum, but did n't want to suffer through the high society bullshit. She wandered down a garden path, it was dark and she walked until she found a secret bench, and sat down. She thought about playing with herself right there, but the risk of infection of being caught was just too great. As a gust of lead swept past her she rose to go forth, and arms wrapped around her, a paw slapping over her mouth.

She froze, as a voice whispered in her ear, `` Do n't run, do n't cry, or they will never find your body. Now lets finish what you started in the can. '' the voice was unfamiliar and insensate. She stood still, in impact. Her whimper muffled. Tears making her eyeliner run. Her cerebration of what was coming next scared her but on the other hand they did n't, she was so desperate to be touched and fucked, hard.

Her pussy tensed. She felt dirty, knowing this individual had heard her touching herself, but she was also turned on. He pushed her down, bending her over at her hips on the bench. He pulled her dress up, and ripped her panties off of her organic structure, making her gasp as the cold air outside got to her pussy. With no foster observance, he shoved his hard cock into her. She screamed into his hand, her kitty stretching to conduct him in. She could find every vena on his vast pecker. He slammed into her, her pussy screaming in painful sensation as his cock violated her. He thrust like this for a time, and she realized her torso was getting turned on by it. She tried not to, but she could feel an sexual climax coming on. Her physical structure betrayed her, waves of pleasure slamming through her. She could experience her pussy squeezing his cock. He felt her cumming, he pulled out. Slapping her around the face, hard. With than he told her to get on her articulatio genus, she did as she was told and felt his still hard prick, slowly pushing into her non-lubed up ass. Em screamed and he pushed it all the way. He put his fingers in her mouth and opened it all-embracing, shoving her soaking scanty into her slutty mouth. `` do n't you make bold spit threm out ! '' he whispered. He pounded her, hard, until he felt himself explode, so he grabbed her by the haircloth, he pulled her on to her human knee, facing him. She shivered, staring at his hard cock, inches from her face. He started slapping her with it, like it was a cane. Then he grabbed a handful of her hair and began to have a go at it her rima oris. The head of his cock slid in and out of her pharynx. She felt him tense, as he held it right there as trench as possible. He then started jerking again as she prepared herself to swallow up his cum, but he pulled out of her oral fissure. He pointed his pecker down, right at her segmentation. She stared, spell bound, as jet after jet of cum spurted on to her bureau, running down her breasts. She could find it, sliding down her cleavage, down her tummy.

He leaned down, whispering in her ear, `` Wear my cum for the rest period of the Nox, and do n't result early. Or I 'll find you again, and make you regret it. '' With that he disappeared into the night, leaving her with no step-in, attire around her pelvic arch, and wearing his cum. He let Emily st at the work bench to recognise what just happened, as he walked into the party like nil happened at all .