. Oh, ... I don’t know... I can’t think right… right now. Oh Owen...Don’t… don’t stop!” she mewed “I... You may not… be the person I...thought you were, but ... You feel... You’re already.... I’m so… You’re so... Just keep going Owen, don’t stop fucking me.”Hearing her babble made Owen smile, he leaned in and started kissing her, that’s when she wrapped her arms around his neck and started thrusting back to meet his thrust. She clung to Owen, mashing her breasts against his chest. Owen cradled. " "Fuck off!" "I'm sorry I just thought you might want your necklace back." He pointed at her neck. Her necklace was right there around her neck but she could see or feel it and his eyes were glowing red. How could she not notice that!? "Move!" She shoved him out of the way. He grinned at me again as he followed after her into my room....I’m back in my room now standing by my dresser as Sara storms in and my body casually walks in behind her. “Where the fuck is my necklace!” she demands. She looked in her late teens or early twenties, and he licked his lips; she would be the prettiest girl to date. Of course, this wasn't the first time he had done this. In the last six months, he had attacked in Carlisle, Manchester, Skipton, Hull and Nottingham; his nomadic existence meant that his attacks were never linked and five separate police forces were chasing him.They were never going to find him, he was sure of that. He ensured that he always wore a condom so that they never had any. Trudy started and twitched and quaked with pleasure. In the midst of his debauchery the man pressed forward with his thighs to let the young queen feel the shape of his rearing cock. ‘Oh sir, ooh!’ Trudy’s face contorted, ‘Mr Hardwick, your prick’s so big. It’s a monster.’ That was pure flattery and not particularly true, but he knew from experience that such comments always put the old duffer in a good humour, which didn’t do anyone any harm. ‘Am I distressing you? Should I stop?’ ‘No!’ Trudy.