A home invasion
A villa halfway up a mountain, a beautiful view of the ocean, surrounded by trees. A feeling of power and control. It was regaining control of his life, regaining autonomy. ‘What’s happening?’ She said with a groggy voice. Her arm didn’t respond the way it would normally respond, it was swaying through the air aimlessly and touched the hair of someone on top of her boob. ‘It’s okay honey.’ Jessie toyed with the nipple. Who’s cock? Filling her up again. ‘No.’ She said. She opened her eyes. She grabbed her own head. She tried to turn around to see who was holding her in such a tight embrace, she squirmed and struggled. Now his fingers moved smoothly through her slippery pussy lips and into her tight little hole. He grabbed the white cloth, mumbled something about the cloth getting dry and he reached for a brown bottle. Her body was lifted and placed back on the couch again, and then she felt the cock push inside of her.
