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  • The woman soon gave in, letting the man have his way with her. No longer needing to hold her head still, he was able to send his free hand south and cup a bondage warm breast. Had the night gone as she had originally expected, the two of them writhing in the twisted sheets of a motel bed, she would have welcomed the touch. His undulating grip, kneading her supple flesh, would have made her gasp, and his fingertips, coaxing her nipples to full erection and pulling them towards the sky, would have made her whimper from the blissful sting. Now, all they did was fill her with revulsion. This act of foreplay, was he doing it for his own amusement, to rile hardcore up the ghostly spectators, or simply to humiliate her with deceitful kindness? She knew she was helpless against him, he knew that she knew it, redhead she knew that he knew that she knew it, and any pleasure he gave her was just a reminder of the power he held over her. His hand moved farther south, slipping between her thighs. She again tried to fight him off, pulling at the chains and closing her legs, but she could still feel his fingers brush against her womanhood. They slid down, stroking the plump lips of the outer labia, then rose back up, tickling the exposed inner petals. His lips left hers and instead found her breasts. He pulled on her nipples with his lips and cleaned the blood off her flesh with his tongue. The cuts from his knife, his tongue stayed near them like a lion at a waterhole. She could hear them rumbling, the undead, growling and snarling in rage and envy as he gluttonously licked up her blood. Against her will, a small moan escaped her lips. The man’s efforts were beginning to wear down her defenses. Between his fingertips, he was rubbing the very edge of one of her labia minora, and the kiss of both his lips and the brisk night air on her naked body was sending bolts of electricity up her spine. Her clitoris had become firm and now fallen prey to the strokes of his thumb. His fingers at last penetrated her, and try as she might, she could not contain her voice. It was little more than a soft squeak, but to her, it sounded louder than the trumpets of Armageddon. His fingers stirred inside her with dexterity she didn’t know was possible, like the tendrils of a lecherous demon. Fresh tears fell from her eyes from Teen the pain and disgust of this man inside her, violating both her flesh and her soul. The worst part was not the agony, but the lack of it. Her body was reacting to his touch, his fingers slick with her building arousal. Her mind knew and feared what would come next, but her body was beginning to crave it, these simple touches just appetizers to inflame her sexual hunger. Finally, he pulled his fingers free and licked them clean. “My original plan didn’t include a victim, and I need to keep this coin raised to hold them back, but I suppose it would be rude of me to ravish you with the handicap of one of my hands occupied.” And yet she is in your play group? “No, no, don't you dare.” Her attempt at a scream was cut off as he pulled the stocking tighter closing off her windpipe making it virtually impossible to breathe. All I could ever really think about was that big black cock sliding in and out of my daughter. As Teen I walked through the house to the back yard I knew that Jack would be admiring my arse and I was loving it!!! She grabbed behind Liz’s knees, folding her legs back and pulling them apart. How his parents got such a star to babysit him, Caleb would never know, and why he even agreed to do this, Caleb would always find weird. She mapped the route to one and we walked there in less than five minutes. bondage “But I …” I started, and she burst out laughing. “Aaaaaanyway, thanks mom.” Nicole sarcastically hardcore said, pulling me away from her. redhead If he’d known then what he knew now he wouldn’t have mentioned it. "No! Let me go! "Lucky bastard!" “Yes, yes, bathe me,” the sophomore groaned. She approaches the bed where he lays sleeping. I responded “What about like adult toys? The evening passed by in a haze of blood and shattered bodies. Even me. The Nun moved slightly and reached for my member. I wasn’t enough to make him want to be exclusive. I still couldn’t find Lizzie anywhere at lunchtime.