I was very lucky to approach her just in this nice position.
She had already undressed herself for the night, and she was bending over, not seeing my swift advance.
I grabbed her just like a bear, with both arms around her from behind, and lifted her onto the bed before she seemed to comprehend the situation.
I have experienced for a long time that those lightning attacks give me a short window of opportunity, to get them on their back with myself on top of them, before they understand what is about to happen, and sometimes mobilize resistance.
And I attacked her buck naked, as I always do when possible, to further add to the shock and awe effect.
I prefer having them bound, but I've also learned that a quick salvo of sperm inside their vaginas makes them some kinda docile. So I held her hands by the wrists, and pumped not even one salvo inside her, but I kept on on the same erection, giving her a second swift salvo.
"You ain't seen nothing yet." I told her.
She looked up in my face, bewildered and confused.
I stared right back at her.
"Who owns your pussy now?" I asked
Then I was watching her last little molecule of defiance vanish from her soul, as I looked her deep into her eyes, all pride being replaced with despair and the blues. I love the blues. And I put on some music, yes blues, that I've brought with me for this longtime session.
I never gagged her, because I knew I would have her all alone, and any screams she cried out would not be heard by anyone other than the two of us. And a gagged mouth cannot be kisssed, and I wanted to kiss her. This gorgeous divorcee was just too good to be left alone in that house, and I would even taken my time in jail for having her, not that I would ever get caught, but I really still would find it worth it.
Mature women always get so baffled when you kiss them on their mouth.
They never expect that to happen, and when a deep kiss is combined with a finger up the ass while the pussy gets load after load with sperm, they almost every time starts to drool.
My catch was no exeption, she drooled too, but best of all she was a true moaner, even so a deep moaner.
Screamers have their charme, but nothing compares to the extacy of having a longtime session with a true moaner.
"mmmmmmggh - mmmmmmggh - mmmmmggh"
Her deep moaning voice was perfectly suited to the blues music, with that tone of shame and abandoned hope. And some shorter "uh-uh-uh" when she got her hickeys on the breasts. Yeah, those boobs was very good for biting and sucking I can tell you, and words cannot describe the wellness I felt by just feeling her. Feeling all of her. Her bare skin. Her legs, her hips, her thighs, her belly, her breasts, kissing her, squeezing her, fucking her, filling her up, hopefully impregnating her.
I was only planning to put her to place when I first decided to have a go at her, but after this heavenly treat, I just couldn't let her go anymore. I'm not perfect after all. Thou I try. I changed my mind on letting her go afterwards, and abducted her to my rapecave instead. Making her one of my favourites.
I wonder if she did see this comming when she divorced her man? Probably not, but divorcees often are so very short sighted. Anyway she had it comming, bitchy as she was, and she sure got me cumming also, time and time again.
She'd make a good mattress, a good whore, and a good mother.
Even if she refused to do her womanly duties at first, that was how she ended up at last anyway.
Them deserving divorcees.
Karma?
She've learned a great deal about sperm and effect by now, giving birth multiple times.
My twelfth fuck and my second sexslave.
And she've learned a great deal about The Blues.
.
She had already undressed herself for the night, and she was bending over, not seeing my swift advance.
I grabbed her just like a bear, with both arms around her from behind, and lifted her onto the bed before she seemed to comprehend the situation.
I have experienced for a long time that those lightning attacks give me a short window of opportunity, to get them on their back with myself on top of them, before they understand what is about to happen, and sometimes mobilize resistance.
And I attacked her buck naked, as I always do when possible, to further add to the shock and awe effect.
I prefer having them bound, but I've also learned that a quick salvo of sperm inside their vaginas makes them some kinda docile. So I held her hands by the wrists, and pumped not even one salvo inside her, but I kept on on the same erection, giving her a second swift salvo.
A well proven tactics can never be used enough, and it worked this time too. My internal sperm worked like magic, and she laid there in surrender, while I handcuffed her hands spreadeagle to each bedpole. I also bound her legs spreadeagle, to deny her the choice of lifting her legs up in the frog position to ease the streching from the pounding I had planned for her.
She had already began getting a little bit paler.
"You ain't seen nothing yet." I told her.
She looked up in my face, bewildered and confused.
I stared right back at her.
"Who owns your pussy now?" I asked
Then I was watching her last little molecule of defiance vanish from her soul, as I looked her deep into her eyes, all pride being replaced with despair and the blues. I love the blues. And I put on some music, yes blues, that I've brought with me for this longtime session.
I never gagged her, because I knew I would have her all alone, and any screams she cried out would not be heard by anyone other than the two of us. And a gagged mouth cannot be kisssed, and I wanted to kiss her. This gorgeous divorcee was just too good to be left alone in that house, and I would even taken my time in jail for having her, not that I would ever get caught, but I really still would find it worth it.
Mature women always get so baffled when you kiss them on their mouth.
They never expect that to happen, and when a deep kiss is combined with a finger up the ass while the pussy gets load after load with sperm, they almost every time starts to drool.
My catch was no exeption, she drooled too, but best of all she was a true moaner, even so a deep moaner.
Screamers have their charme, but nothing compares to the extacy of having a longtime session with a true moaner.
"mmmmmmggh - mmmmmmggh - mmmmmggh"
Her deep moaning voice was perfectly suited to the blues music, with that tone of shame and abandoned hope. And some shorter "uh-uh-uh" when she got her hickeys on the breasts. Yeah, those boobs was very good for biting and sucking I can tell you, and words cannot describe the wellness I felt by just feeling her. Feeling all of her. Her bare skin. Her legs, her hips, her thighs, her belly, her breasts, kissing her, squeezing her, fucking her, filling her up, hopefully impregnating her.
I was only planning to put her to place when I first decided to have a go at her, but after this heavenly treat, I just couldn't let her go anymore. I'm not perfect after all. Thou I try. I changed my mind on letting her go afterwards, and abducted her to my rapecave instead. Making her one of my favourites.
I wonder if she did see this comming when she divorced her man? Probably not, but divorcees often are so very short sighted. Anyway she had it comming, bitchy as she was, and she sure got me cumming also, time and time again.
She'd make a good mattress, a good whore, and a good mother.
Even if she refused to do her womanly duties at first, that was how she ended up at last anyway.
Them deserving divorcees.
Karma?
She've learned a great deal about sperm and effect by now, giving birth multiple times.
My twelfth fuck and my second sexslave.
And she've learned a great deal about The Blues.
.
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