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Friday Hours Of Darkness at the Abduction
The following is the first interval in a hearsay about Susan, a commanding young woman who for enjoyable will kidnap the special male and keep him prisoner in her legjail for as long as it suits her believe - and her desires.
Susan smiled.
The male smiled back as she crossed her hardy legs, unbuttoned his top shirt button with a shaky hand as she slid her sundress up a bit higher on those scandalously thick, tanned quads, and penniless an actual sweat when she licked a pick out sexily and trailed a wet thread of saliva down the side forrow of her external thigh, the one facing him.
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"Hook, contour and sinker," she sighed to herself through her smirk, shooting the worried young man a wave.
She stirred in for the eradicate, getting up to walk to where he sat at the bar, taking her schedule, swinging her hips side to side in very soon the right shift that stopped merely short of being slutty. She swung her full ass up onto the chair next to his and crossed those legs again. Do you be fond of my legs?"
She dragged out the 'l'in resembling long enough to kind the whole speech sound like 'clobber.' The guy gulped, wide-eyed as the 5- end, 7-inch, 135-pound frozen beauty smiled.
"Well, ?.." he stammered.
Susan smiled, singled out up his glass, held it to her rudeness and slowly ran her pink tongue around the perimeter before holding it up to his shaking lips, beckoning him to take a drink.
"Don't be edgy..." she said, hinting for a name, which he gave as Rob."
Rob nodded crossly, not taking his eyes off her biting blue ones. She smiled with those eyes, crinkling the corners of her sexy means of access slightly as she leaned into him, visage to face.
"What would you reminiscent of to do to my legs....Robbie?" she hissed into his backtalk, inches away, surveillance his lips, defeat her own. "Would you resembling to touch them, Robbie? Would you resembling to feel the muscles in my calves, Robbie, perhaps massage my large quadriceps, perhaps seep your tongue up and down the thick cramp?"
She looked down into his knee.
"These legs can be yours for the whole weekend, Robbie, they can be so much a part of you, you won't be able to stand it," Susan growled, delightful his hands and insertion them on the thick soap suds of her top thighs, allowing him to gently caress them."
Robbie was tired furiously. Susan smiled and laughed an evil laugh...
"In my legjail, Robbie," she hissed."
His unusual look tickled her. She sat beside him and then suddenly scooted her lingering legs up and around him, one thigh around his back, the other around his belly. She locked her ankles and exerted the slightest of squeezes. "I'll keep you in my legs all weekend, Robbie, you'll seldom be give permission out. And that's at my place or anywhere else we go. My legs own your ass, Robbie, do you absorb us?"
He squeaked in hurt as he felt the thick decoration of adductor meat set off to press in on his vertebrae and belly...what...do you average...us?" he whimpered, his wavering hands on her thigh that laced his abdomen.
"Us, Robbie, me and my legs...us!" Susan grimaced,punching down harder on the hold now, letting him believe a more serious dose of what was in put in storage for him.
Robbie's back vaulted in pain and he threw his have control over back as if to scream,but the more the difficulty increased on his center, the less announce he could suck in until he had no voice - and very trivial air.
"No....don't......." he tried, his rule lolling side to side, eyes bugged out in sorrow and horror.
Susan laughed evily.
"No....don't....want..." she squealed, mimicking him acerbically. "Too....fucking.... It's too last-minute, Robbie, you be in the right place to US now!!!"
Susan reefed down powerfully, locked up her ankles strongly, her leather flip-flops twisting around each other. She leaned up on her elbows, hands planted behind her on the cheap vinyl seats of the stand, teeth clenched, desolate eyes flashing in the obscurity. Robbie looked at her and begged with his eyes as he felt her iron thighs tremble on his guts.
She consent to up just before he approved out, and consent to him recover. She stood the wobbly man up and then leaped on his back in a allied, walking him to the middle of the debar,laughing, as if they were two lovestruck childish people on a scatty night on the township.!" she squealed, watching others in the prevent look and laugh. "Giddyap!"
To urge him along, she laced her iron thighs around his fleeting ribs, locking them in front of him and tensing her iron adductors until he felt bones bend. He grimaced, faked a smile and got them out of the bar.
"Let's go, my barely prisoner," she growled into his ear, squeezing her thighs around his guts to urge him on. "I be in this world 10 blocks from here. If you're lucky, you'll make it before I bust a rib."
Robbie walked down the road, sweat streaming down his tackle as Susan's thighs tightened with every tread. He staggered the 10 lengthy blocks into the middle of a Friday hours of darkness he would never put behind you and that wouldn't close for two more days.
Next installment: "The Oral Margin." Susan uses her influential legs to get on to her prisoner her not public oral slave.
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