" "Well I'm pretty sure I can and I'm going to." "Please don't, sir please." "Well I cant be having all this noise can I?" He grabbed her discarded...panties from the floor and pushed them into her mouth, she let out a muffled cry from around the materiel and began pulling against her bonds, he slid between her legs and kissed her neck sensuously until she trembled, her hips lifted against him and a soft growl rumbled from her chest. Pulling back he walked to the door ignoring her muffled. Eyes barely open, the first thing I felt was the cold air around me. My feet, freezing, chin slumped against my collar bone. Trying to open my mouth I felt a tight, sticky texture clasping my lips shut. As I started to come to, my eyes burned a little. Raising my head I could see barely anything in the room; it was incredibly dark at first until my eyes adjusted to the lack of light around me. It took a couple of seconds before I could see my own body. My ass was freezing cold, as were my legs. Myra hadn’t mentioned him much, and I knew why. The son-of-a-gun looked like a model for GQ magazine. Look I’m no slouch. I’ve got biceps, I’ve got shoulders, and my stomach is flat, no rippling abs, but certainly flat.Well Mr. Wendell Standish look like everybody’s idea of Adonis. He stood a cool 6’3”. He had magnificently thick wavy flowing blond hair, light blue eyes, a perfectly tanned complexion, and abs of steel. He just oozed sex appeal.The only person at the party who compared to him. I was sucking further down his shaft. His cock was the perfect size. It filled my mouth, yet left me enough room to let me keep my tongue moving. He was choking me, in just the right way. Where he could hear it, yet I was not in any danger of throwing up. This went on for at least thirty minutes. He was moaning, groaning and sometimes I would catch his eyes rolling back into his head. He never let go of my head. He kept me right where he wanted me, and I did not want to be anywhere.
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