Sharon guessed the man would be in his mid twenties, and a burglar. ?Looks like I got me a bonus. Don’t it?? The footsteps came closer. Sharon was ...ull of fear as the voice continued. ?Nicely packaged up, waiting to be unwrapped hey??She opened her mouth to speak, but the gag was far too effective to let any sound past it. She could not even beg for mercy, not that, at that moment, she thought she would be shown any mercy.Sharon found herself wishing that she hadn’t done such a good job with. She seemed far away."Yes, good food," Nick repeated.They didn't say another word while they drove across town to the theater, got their tickets and settled into a back row in the crowded screening room.The lights dimmed, but it took a few minutes, while the trailers zipped past, for the audience to quiet down. The theater was hushed by the time the feature was underway. It was a romance -- Blossom had picked it out, of course -- filled with lingering moments and tight embraces.Nick became. I arched my back and my thighs were shaking. She gripped me hard with one hand while the other slid in and out of my pussy relentlessly. I convulsed, my vagina was sensitive after multiple orgasms, all that blood close to the surface of my genitals making it super hard to ignore how hard she was fucking me post orgasm. She chuckled and reached her other hand that wasn’t fucking me up to my throat. She placed her hand around my neck and as she fingered my wet hole with one hand she started. My mouth joined my left hand when I took her nipple in and my tongue made several circles around the tip before I applied suction and squeezed with each hand simultaneously. Tiffany gasped and then let out a soft moan. She fell back against the arm of the couch and I followed, my lips still attached to her nipple. She ran her hands through my hair (this was years ago, before I shaved my head), tightened her fingers around the entwined strandes and pressed my face hard into her chest. Without.