Dinner will be ready at 7
The sun poured through the kitchen window casting a shadow of the apron and the stunning woman wearing it against the cold floor. By looking at it you would have no indication that she is only wearing the apron and nothing else but you can clearly see the bare skin of her woman form from the front door.
He slips quietly in. She has no idea he is there and yet she pauses to listen as the wind whips through the screen in the corner of the breakfast nook. He stops… static as a statue until she begins to hand wash the dishes. He is erect. He is nearly panting with lust as he slowly unbuckles his belt. He is just feet from her and he can almost smell the scent of her warm flesh. He pulls the belt from his pants. For the first time she feels she is not alone but it is too late to react. The belt swings around her throat and tightens as her air is immediately restricted. She panics trying to grasp the belt around her neck, turn around and fight off the attack. There is a white glow that is beginning to form in her eyes… her head begins to swim and her legs are buckling as she drops to the floor. She is barely conscience as the belt gives way a little. She lay on her stomach; her ass is exposed. She is motionless as he reaches between her thighs and positions her legs to grant him the access he needs. She can feel his unsheathed cock, rock hard and moving between the crack of her full, plump behind. He pulls at her lips and opens her hole. She hears him spit and she knows that his dick will be wet once it enters her. She cannot resist his one hard thrust that penetrates her like a golf ball through a straw. She is visibly shaken and crying as he ****s her. His thrusts are deliberate and hard and she knows that this won’t take long. Her own juice begins to flow between her legs as she regains some use of her body. Back arches and her legs widen. She pulls her ass apart with her hands to allow greater access for his dick. She whispers, “don’t cum in me. Please don’t cum in me. Cum in my ass”. He looks down and he is getting close to exploding so he pulls out and forces his manhood into her dry ass. The pain in excruciating and she cries out but he is relentless. Each thrust delivered deeper into her makes her realize his orgasm was beginning. His hands are wrapped around her throat but he is not squeezing. He is using her to control his shaking as push after push delivers seed into her ass. She relished the lubrication as he continues his assault on her hole. Her own orgasm begins and she pushes back against his waist as warm cum squirts from her pussy. The sound of it splashing on the kitchen floor is electrifying.
Then it stops. He stops. He leans over and kisses her neck as he removes the belt. She turns her head towards him and receives his tongue in a French kiss that embodies passion like none have seen before.
She whispers, “I thought you were there but you caught me this time. I love you so much. Dinner will be ready at 7, Master”.
He slips quietly in. She has no idea he is there and yet she pauses to listen as the wind whips through the screen in the corner of the breakfast nook. He stops… static as a statue until she begins to hand wash the dishes. He is erect. He is nearly panting with lust as he slowly unbuckles his belt. He is just feet from her and he can almost smell the scent of her warm flesh. He pulls the belt from his pants. For the first time she feels she is not alone but it is too late to react. The belt swings around her throat and tightens as her air is immediately restricted. She panics trying to grasp the belt around her neck, turn around and fight off the attack. There is a white glow that is beginning to form in her eyes… her head begins to swim and her legs are buckling as she drops to the floor. She is barely conscience as the belt gives way a little. She lay on her stomach; her ass is exposed. She is motionless as he reaches between her thighs and positions her legs to grant him the access he needs. She can feel his unsheathed cock, rock hard and moving between the crack of her full, plump behind. He pulls at her lips and opens her hole. She hears him spit and she knows that his dick will be wet once it enters her. She cannot resist his one hard thrust that penetrates her like a golf ball through a straw. She is visibly shaken and crying as he ****s her. His thrusts are deliberate and hard and she knows that this won’t take long. Her own juice begins to flow between her legs as she regains some use of her body. Back arches and her legs widen. She pulls her ass apart with her hands to allow greater access for his dick. She whispers, “don’t cum in me. Please don’t cum in me. Cum in my ass”. He looks down and he is getting close to exploding so he pulls out and forces his manhood into her dry ass. The pain in excruciating and she cries out but he is relentless. Each thrust delivered deeper into her makes her realize his orgasm was beginning. His hands are wrapped around her throat but he is not squeezing. He is using her to control his shaking as push after push delivers seed into her ass. She relished the lubrication as he continues his assault on her hole. Her own orgasm begins and she pushes back against his waist as warm cum squirts from her pussy. The sound of it splashing on the kitchen floor is electrifying.
Then it stops. He stops. He leans over and kisses her neck as he removes the belt. She turns her head towards him and receives his tongue in a French kiss that embodies passion like none have seen before.
She whispers, “I thought you were there but you caught me this time. I love you so much. Dinner will be ready at 7, Master”.
7年前
