A Burglar Fucking House Owner's Slutty Daughter Tiffany Watson

The first page was photos of her restrained and lying across the bed from various angles, including a helpful close-up of her pussy and asshole in case she wanted to know what she looked like from that angle. She slowly turned to the next page, a series of progress pics of the dildo being inserted into her until it was buried to the hilt. On the opposite page was a photo of her lubed pucker and a cock halfway into it, accompanied by a corresponding photo of her face, her teeth gritted on the cloth gag, her cheeks flushed red. She was fairly sure the cock belonged to Angus, so she at least knew he was the first to violate her that night, and probably the ringleader of the operation. As the pages progressed there were more photos. At first they were taking from the point of view of whoever was having sex with her, point of view shots of them entering her. Photos to update the streaks of cum Hardcore left on her back, the increasing tally count on her left shoulder. After a while it became clear they remained in the room together as the photos were taken from different angles. Every few pages was a close-up of her battered anus, as if to update on it’s status. By the time she’d been fucked to completion six times there was obvious visible swelling. By the ninth she realized it was no longer fully closing despite the swelling, and cum was trickling out of her ruined hole. Once the tally reached eleven the dildo was removed and she was rewarded with some photos of her wet, glistening pussy, her lips spread manually by an unseen person’s fingers to expose every private detail to the camera’s lens. There were a few more photos of her lying prone and as best she could recall definitely passed out. Another page and the scene was suddenly different. The cuffs, gag and blindfold were removed and she had apparently been cleaned up, though she didn’t know how. Body wipes, she assumed. There were a few pictures of her lying on her back sprawled across doggystyle the bed, apparently snoozing peacefully. There were a few photos of her face from the tits up, the photographer apparently unwilling to take even a single picture that wasn’t inherently sexual. Then there was a photo taken from between her parted legs, capturing the entire landscape of her body with the soft forest of her ginger pubes in the foreground, and one final picture of her sleeping on her side with the blanket pulled up over her, captioned underneath with a brief note: thanks for being our princess, next time you can be the queen, love from the boys xxoo . Tegan traced her fingers over the words staring at them for a long time. “What the fuck does that mean?” Suzi smoothed down her skirt and tried to focus but was finding it a little difficult after the amount of prosecco she had consumed with her next door neighbour Kelly. Looking at the bottle she noticed it was just about empty and ready to join the other empty bottle in the waste bin when Kelly appeared at the doorway brandishing a fresh cold bottle. "Where were we," she exclaimed in her broad north east accent as she twisted the cork out of the prosecco with a pop. "I remember… we were talking about sex, well at least I was." Then she dissolved into giggles as she sloshed the prosecco into their glasses. The two women had known each other for years since they moved into neighbouring houses in a very respectable village in the London commuter belt, but they had become firm friends when their respective husbands left them within a few weeks of each other. Both women were now closer to 50 than 40 and with their children away at university they both had their large gagging houses from the divorce settlements pretty much to themselves. Since that momentous change petite in both of their lives they popped into each other’s houses like it was their second home, and would often spend an evening in each other’s company consuming prosecco and generally putting the world to rights. Kelly always was the smaller one blonde of the pair with her short straight blonde hair that fell to the nape of her neck and as a fitness fanatic she would often be seen pounding the pavement to keep her 5’4” figure in shape, and Kelly was very proud that she was still a size 8. Suzi was a couple of inches taller than Kelly with brown hair that fell to her shoulders in a tumble of curls, and by her own admission Suzi knew she could do to lose a few pounds but still felt she was in pretty good shape, though nothing like Kelly’s trim figure. She always felt her best teen assets were here 38dd and was convinced that men wanted the curves that went with it. Ray asked, Hardcore obviously confused by my answer. If I do, no doggystyle Jane for a week! A nigga knows he’s cute. blonde My teen heart was also overflowing with love. is that bad?" she asked. “Who is it” Julie’s voice hissed in her ear and Penny said out loud, “So you two guys are here to fix the cable TV, it’s in the living room, do come in.” Maybe they could do it again. They did the usual girl dancing things, flirting with each other, having mock sex and rubbing against each other. Jake pulled back and then pushed back in. No, THIS was the greatest feeling in the world! Her mother having pushed her. My capacity for self deception is great, it preserves a sort of innocence, even naivete, in me, this ability to deny the undeniable - to deny the power petite and intensity and frequency of gagging my need to fuck and be fucked.