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Tuesday, August 7, 2012
Vermilion
She entered a room; door slammed behind her. She shook but didn't care, because
she was amazed at what she was seeing. There were candles everywhere with
dozens of red roses in vases and rose petals in the bed and floor. An
opened bottle of wine sat on the night table with two half full wine
glasses. She sat on the side of the bed staring at the closet door. Tears
poring down her cheek bones and her hands shook uncontrollably.
Door opens, and a six foot tall man stood by it for a second. She could
only see his shadow with the dimmed candle lights flickering. He walked
towards her locking the door behind him. He stood in front of her with his crotch
at the level of her face. He wiped a tear off her face and with his thumb
he rubbed her lips sticking his thumb in her mouth. He played with her tongue and his thumb while he unzipped his pants. Taking out his cock, he took his
thumb out of her mouth and grabbed her head, shoving his cock deep inside
her mouth. She gagged while he kept fucking her mouth over and over. She
tried pulling back but he threw her back shoving his cock back in her
mouth. This time she couldn't stop gagging, she couldn't pull back. He had
her pinned against the bed and his body. He kept fucking her mouth until
she swallowed a gulp of cum. He took his cock out of her mouth and flipped
her over. He lifted her dress and ripped her panties, penetrating her anus
without lubricant. She felt her skin rip and let out a moaning scream that
echoed throughout the room. He didn't stop.
She felt the warm blood dripping down her inner thighs, but she stopped
screaming and just moaned. He came inside and out, mixing the cum with her
blood. She fell to the left side of the bed and passed out of exhaustion.
In the morning; she wakes up to a tray of a homemade American breakfast,
and laying by it a rose with a note that said: Eat your breakfast my love,
you'll need the energy for tonight....
she was amazed at what she was seeing. There were candles everywhere with
dozens of red roses in vases and rose petals in the bed and floor. An
opened bottle of wine sat on the night table with two half full wine
glasses. She sat on the side of the bed staring at the closet door. Tears
poring down her cheek bones and her hands shook uncontrollably.
Door opens, and a six foot tall man stood by it for a second. She could
only see his shadow with the dimmed candle lights flickering. He walked
towards her locking the door behind him. He stood in front of her with his crotch
at the level of her face. He wiped a tear off her face and with his thumb
he rubbed her lips sticking his thumb in her mouth. He played with her tongue and his thumb while he unzipped his pants. Taking out his cock, he took his
thumb out of her mouth and grabbed her head, shoving his cock deep inside
her mouth. She gagged while he kept fucking her mouth over and over. She
tried pulling back but he threw her back shoving his cock back in her
mouth. This time she couldn't stop gagging, she couldn't pull back. He had
her pinned against the bed and his body. He kept fucking her mouth until
she swallowed a gulp of cum. He took his cock out of her mouth and flipped
her over. He lifted her dress and ripped her panties, penetrating her anus
without lubricant. She felt her skin rip and let out a moaning scream that
echoed throughout the room. He didn't stop.
She felt the warm blood dripping down her inner thighs, but she stopped
screaming and just moaned. He came inside and out, mixing the cum with her
blood. She fell to the left side of the bed and passed out of exhaustion.
In the morning; she wakes up to a tray of a homemade American breakfast,
and laying by it a rose with a note that said: Eat your breakfast my love,
you'll need the energy for tonight....
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