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I sat by the window peering between the vertical blinds. The night swallowed my vision and invaded my thoughts.Will he come? When will he finally get here? Where is he?I mentally slapped myself for flirting with desperation, again. He’d said he was leaving the party soon and would come over. He hadn’t technically stood me up yet. At long last, I could see headlights pulling up near my apartment.I checked my appearance in the mirror once more. My hair was done in a wavy style that hung to my shoulders and my make-up was understated. I stood in my robe and polished nails waiting.*Knock, Knock*I opened the door just enough for him to slip in. Brandon took in what I kaçak iddaa was wearing. He muttered something about a sexy tease and pushed me against the door. In a moment I glanced at his manner of dress. He was done up neatly in light-colored chinos and a dress shirt. His tidy appearance was marred by the damp patch and the proud profile of his cock.“Hard already?” I asked between frantic kissing.“ I played with it on the way over. I couldn’t wait,” he responded.He ground his pelvis into my lower belly and his hands roamed over my breasts, shoulders, and arms. He pushed the robe off of me roughly and turned me around to reveal his favorite asset of mine. He must have kaçak bahis pulled his cock out because I felt its heat sliding along my crease. I pushed back against him and was rewarded with a slap to my ass and a probing at the entrance of my pussy. I moaned and begged. This was what I wanted, to be taken forcefully, fully. I felt him thrust in and out and wrap his arms around me. One hand snuck up past my breasts after lingering a moment and grasped my neck. My breathing quickened at the sensation as I was taken roughly from behind…Yes. This.After a while, I felt him pull out and heard him strip. I looked back and received another slap to my ass.“Upstairs,” he illegal bahis ordered.I quickly complied. Without even looking back, I darted up the stairs. Maybe I should have looked back because I’d have had some warning. When I reached my bed and laid down on my side, he approached with something black in his hands. He knelt on the bed and told me to give him my hands. My heart skipped a beat as I realized what he was about to do. I raised my wrists, and a smile broke across my face; I’d only asked him to do this a dozen times. He began to wrap the athletic tape around my wrists, but not before having me loop them around a thigh. I lay on my side with my leg held up by my confinement. I didn’t have to wait long. I watched as he spread my pussy and slid in. Giving a token struggle, I was so elated. Feeling full and unable to move freely. I was being held down and taken.

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