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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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she sits there, blindfolded, rough rope around her wrists. Only the sound of dripping water echoe's in the dank warehouse. Footsteps approach and she senses a man, unfamilier cologne, she waites. Her heels slide on the hard floor as he tips the chair back and drags her backwards then lets go. She feels cold metal on her thigh, he begins to slowly cut up her skirt, then tears it, making her gasp. He takes hold of her hair and pulls back her head, he licks accross her mouth. She squeals as he lets go. His phone beeps, she can hear him use it, "ok" he says, and she quivers. She feels a hand on her face then a hot sticky spongy object push at her mouth. "no funny buisness" he says, and she takes him in her mouth. He is thicker than her husband and much rougher. She takes as much as she has to, he moans "good little rich girl, now lets see what you like". He withdraws, he takes her from the chair and lays her on all fours on the cold hard floor, scratching her shoes, and getting her blouse dirty. He cuts the back of her skirt, cold blade pausing at her wet mound encased in laced panties, she whimpers as she feels the cool metal brush against her. He licks around her mound, squeezing her cheeks then parts them to probe his tongue under to rim her little anus, making it pukker. She shakes and whimpers at the warm moist sensation she never felt before. He stops then she feels him roughly part her cheeks, her knees aching on the floor, "lets see how you like this, your man should of payed up" she feels him push under her sodden panties and into her pussy, sinking in deeper, filling her more than her husband , eventualy squashing his balls against her making her shudder, he begins to fuck her, hard and deep. "how does little rich girl like it ? " she has no response as he chuckles, but she gets wetter and begins to cum. He holds his cock in deep as she writhes around, tearing her tights on the floor, cumming around his thick cock. She calms, he slowly withdraws. " now its my turn for fun" then he . . . . |
