And they were there, locked in her room, while their family was waiting on the other side to celebrate, but she already had a celebration that awaited more than anything, a party that was taking place around her neck, feeling like that tongue was tracing the paths drawn by her clavicle, slowly rising up her neck to come back down but this time it wouldn't stop until it reached her chest, tearing her shirt, revealing the two pleasures that he so desired, that desire that let him know while he squeezed them, making them stretch until his fingers took hold of her nipples and twisted them gently pulling a small groan from her mouth, understanding in her mouth and biting them while her tongue massaged rapidly her delicate nipples, repeating those stimuli over and over again as the adrenaline of being found made the moment even more exciting.
He loved feeling like that mouth was provoking a thousand sensations all over his body, some electric shocks starting on his chest, running along his back and ending on his upper thigh, causing a pleasant heat and humidity to build up slowly in his head, making him wish the moment would never end. The mouth was getting more violent, its bites deeper, its sucks feeling like it wanted to leave her dry, without fluids, its tongue moving faster, turning her moans into screams. From nowhere he felt an enormous hand placing itself on his mouth, muffling any sound that might escape and pressing so hard that his head remained motionless on the bed.
He put his fingers in his mouth, making his tongue savor them and leave them wet, then he changed hands, passing the one resting on his sex to her mouth, forcing her to savor the fluids that excitement produced in her, meanwhile with the other, he began to massage his clitoris softly, moving it in small circles, causing her body to have small contractions. Little by little, the rhythm of his hand increased in her crotch, the soft movement turned into a strong thrust that pressed against her clitoris and at the same time some vibrations that made her feel more pleasure. Her crotch was wet enough for her to realize that her body was asking for more, her mouth stopped moving, showing how out of control she was, and her nipples were hard, there was no turning back. He put his fingers in her vagina smoothly, feeling that heat and moisture as he went deeper, his moans only said how eager she was to feel pleasure. He moved his fingers exploring everything inside her, the sensations and pleasure ran through her body, he took her by the neck choking her, while their mouths met in a delicious kiss. She felt slowly losing her breath while being kissed and at the same time being choked, her breathing tried to stir, that sensation of pleasure and desperation that burst from her body fascinated her, feeling like slowly the air was leaving her as his hand pleased her in a unique way.
The loss of control over his body made him notice when he arched, slowly leaving without air to maintain himself on his feet, fell to the floor on his knees, with his wet, hot sex, eager to get up and finish that fantasy that had just begun in the small room, but he, looking at her fixedly in the eyes and with a firm voice, orders her to stay on her knees in front of him and for his hands to start tracing her legs until she feels the excitement he provoked in him. The more movements his hands made over him, the more morbid curiosity and excitement grew in her. She felt like his massages were being responded to by an increasingly notable erection under that pantaloon, realizing that with her small hand she couldn't take it all and her mouth, involuntarily when biting her lips, only showed how much she wanted to see, feel, and taste what she provoked. With fear, she began to unfasten that black belt, releasing the buttons and letting the pants fall to the height of her knees, feeling timid but determined; that view of the boxer only made her imagine all the fantasies that would occur to her in solitude, slowly lowering that last garment like someone who knows what awaits them but doesn't want to rush it; slowly her eyes would be filled with tears and her lips moved under her teeth, feeling that sensation that only he could feel, that sensation of being herself, of being pleased and ready for anything. When she lowered it completely, she saw that member with a great erection in front of her and decided to take it with both hands, first passing the tip of her fingers over the head until the base slowly, while looking at him and creating that nervousness and expectation in him; it was something that excited her knowing that, although she was on her knees, she could have control over some situations.
When I left him to his own devices and began to squeeze it, he saw the veins of his member starting to burst, getting hard and very provocative. He felt a small knot of nerves in his throat, but was determined to do it, closed his eyes, opened them slightly and began to suck on the tip, understanding that he didn't have much experience, decided to take hold of her hair and give orders; start sucking the tip, move his leg around in circles around the gland, then slowly slide it into her mouth a little more each time, being careful not to bite. She still had her eyes closed, only feeling what was filling her mouth pleased her, feeling him more and more inside and the detail of his hands in her hair making her feel dominated, something that always pleased her. After some time, her mouth began to loosen up and she stopped, enjoying that blowjob, already sucking it, putting it in and taking it out of her mouth with more pleasure each time, her hands playing with its balls while listening to small gasps of pleasure, liking it hard as much in her mouth as in her hands. When she opened her eyes, she saw them staring at her fixedly with an expression of pleasure but wanting to feel more, an expression like that of a beast enjoying its prey. He wanted to feel more, wanted to take her to another point, with his hands still on the back of her head pressing her harder against her hip, her hands trying to hit his body asking him to stop, but this scene excited him and what he felt inside that mouth took him to another level of pleasure, feeling like it was slowly entering her throat, begging her to open her mouth and stick out her tongue. Meanwhile, she began to feel suffocated, something that made her feel nervous and worried, but in a state of submission that pleased her, that cock already entered her throat, was choking her, the reflux making his member try to get out. sus tearful eyes and her pleading moans.
As time passed, she felt she was enjoying that moment, the first time he had taken her but didn't make her feel it, remembering with hatred and a small pleasure the other times he had made her feel his, although she didn't want to, memories of all those first times she lived with him came to her mind and it was in that instant where she remembered her objective of being on her knees giving him that pleasure her mouth gave him, she wanted him to reach her point of pleasure, at that moment where he would become more vulnerable than her. The work of her mouth and hands accelerated, his moans and loss of control of his body told her he was about to fulfill his first objective, she pressed and moved her hands with force until she felt that hot liquid began to flow down her throat, when he let go of her hair slightly she realized it was time to act, she took a knife from under the carpet of her room which she had hidden hours before, at the same time her teeth were biting strongly into her lover's member which began to pull strongly while she drove the knife into his buttock, sliding it down leaving an open wound along the entire back of his leg. The man's cries of pain were loud, shrill and sharp, this didn't stop her, she continued with her plan before anyone could react, opened the window of her room on the second floor of that house and jumped, not without taking her backpack which was ready and giving a last look at her father who was bleeding on the floor, that man who had made her suffer for years and experience the worst perversions a man can go through in his head. As she went down she felt a sense of revenge relief, but knew this wouldn't cure her soul, far away she heard a cry from a tormented female voice, a voice she recognized easily, but this didn't make her feel anything the same feeling that woman felt each time she tried to tell him something
He loved feeling like that mouth was provoking a thousand sensations all over his body, some electric shocks starting on his chest, running along his back and ending on his upper thigh, causing a pleasant heat and humidity to build up slowly in his head, making him wish the moment would never end. The mouth was getting more violent, its bites deeper, its sucks feeling like it wanted to leave her dry, without fluids, its tongue moving faster, turning her moans into screams. From nowhere he felt an enormous hand placing itself on his mouth, muffling any sound that might escape and pressing so hard that his head remained motionless on the bed.He put his fingers in his mouth, making his tongue savor them and leave them wet, then he changed hands, passing the one resting on his sex to her mouth, forcing her to savor the fluids that excitement produced in her, meanwhile with the other, he began to massage his clitoris softly, moving it in small circles, causing her body to have small contractions. Little by little, the rhythm of his hand increased in her crotch, the soft movement turned into a strong thrust that pressed against her clitoris and at the same time some vibrations that made her feel more pleasure. Her crotch was wet enough for her to realize that her body was asking for more, her mouth stopped moving, showing how out of control she was, and her nipples were hard, there was no turning back. He put his fingers in her vagina smoothly, feeling that heat and moisture as he went deeper, his moans only said how eager she was to feel pleasure. He moved his fingers exploring everything inside her, the sensations and pleasure ran through her body, he took her by the neck choking her, while their mouths met in a delicious kiss. She felt slowly losing her breath while being kissed and at the same time being choked, her breathing tried to stir, that sensation of pleasure and desperation that burst from her body fascinated her, feeling like slowly the air was leaving her as his hand pleased her in a unique way.The loss of control over his body made him notice when he arched, slowly leaving without air to maintain himself on his feet, fell to the floor on his knees, with his wet, hot sex, eager to get up and finish that fantasy that had just begun in the small room, but he, looking at her fixedly in the eyes and with a firm voice, orders her to stay on her knees in front of him and for his hands to start tracing her legs until she feels the excitement he provoked in him. The more movements his hands made over him, the more morbid curiosity and excitement grew in her. She felt like his massages were being responded to by an increasingly notable erection under that pantaloon, realizing that with her small hand she couldn't take it all and her mouth, involuntarily when biting her lips, only showed how much she wanted to see, feel, and taste what she provoked. With fear, she began to unfasten that black belt, releasing the buttons and letting the pants fall to the height of her knees, feeling timid but determined; that view of the boxer only made her imagine all the fantasies that would occur to her in solitude, slowly lowering that last garment like someone who knows what awaits them but doesn't want to rush it; slowly her eyes would be filled with tears and her lips moved under her teeth, feeling that sensation that only he could feel, that sensation of being herself, of being pleased and ready for anything. When she lowered it completely, she saw that member with a great erection in front of her and decided to take it with both hands, first passing the tip of her fingers over the head until the base slowly, while looking at him and creating that nervousness and expectation in him; it was something that excited her knowing that, although she was on her knees, she could have control over some situations.When I left him to his own devices and began to squeeze it, he saw the veins of his member starting to burst, getting hard and very provocative. He felt a small knot of nerves in his throat, but was determined to do it, closed his eyes, opened them slightly and began to suck on the tip, understanding that he didn't have much experience, decided to take hold of her hair and give orders; start sucking the tip, move his leg around in circles around the gland, then slowly slide it into her mouth a little more each time, being careful not to bite. She still had her eyes closed, only feeling what was filling her mouth pleased her, feeling him more and more inside and the detail of his hands in her hair making her feel dominated, something that always pleased her. After some time, her mouth began to loosen up and she stopped, enjoying that blowjob, already sucking it, putting it in and taking it out of her mouth with more pleasure each time, her hands playing with its balls while listening to small gasps of pleasure, liking it hard as much in her mouth as in her hands. When she opened her eyes, she saw them staring at her fixedly with an expression of pleasure but wanting to feel more, an expression like that of a beast enjoying its prey. He wanted to feel more, wanted to take her to another point, with his hands still on the back of her head pressing her harder against her hip, her hands trying to hit his body asking him to stop, but this scene excited him and what he felt inside that mouth took him to another level of pleasure, feeling like it was slowly entering her throat, begging her to open her mouth and stick out her tongue. Meanwhile, she began to feel suffocated, something that made her feel nervous and worried, but in a state of submission that pleased her, that cock already entered her throat, was choking her, the reflux making his member try to get out. sus tearful eyes and her pleading moans.
As time passed, she felt she was enjoying that moment, the first time he had taken her but didn't make her feel it, remembering with hatred and a small pleasure the other times he had made her feel his, although she didn't want to, memories of all those first times she lived with him came to her mind and it was in that instant where she remembered her objective of being on her knees giving him that pleasure her mouth gave him, she wanted him to reach her point of pleasure, at that moment where he would become more vulnerable than her. The work of her mouth and hands accelerated, his moans and loss of control of his body told her he was about to fulfill his first objective, she pressed and moved her hands with force until she felt that hot liquid began to flow down her throat, when he let go of her hair slightly she realized it was time to act, she took a knife from under the carpet of her room which she had hidden hours before, at the same time her teeth were biting strongly into her lover's member which began to pull strongly while she drove the knife into his buttock, sliding it down leaving an open wound along the entire back of his leg. The man's cries of pain were loud, shrill and sharp, this didn't stop her, she continued with her plan before anyone could react, opened the window of her room on the second floor of that house and jumped, not without taking her backpack which was ready and giving a last look at her father who was bleeding on the floor, that man who had made her suffer for years and experience the worst perversions a man can go through in his head. As she went down she felt a sense of revenge relief, but knew this wouldn't cure her soul, far away she heard a cry from a tormented female voice, a voice she recognized easily, but this didn't make her feel anything the same feeling that woman felt each time she tried to tell him something
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