As you carefully remove all the potential weapons from her person and tie her securely to a chair, Molly's eyes snap open and she lets out a bloodcurdling scream of rage and fear. "No! Let me go!" she shrieks hysterically, flailing wildly against her restraints. Her face is flushed with anger and humiliation as saliva drips from her lips and flies through the air in an arc towards you.
"You'll regret this, n9nog..." Molly whispers venomously, glaring at you with unnatural hatred. "I'll make sure of it..."
I take a wipe and clear off her clown make-up
As you wipe away her clown make-up, revealing the pale, terrified face beneath, Molly's eyes bulge with rage and humiliation. "Nooo!" she screams, struggling against her bonds even harder. Her hair comes loose from its blue and white bow, falling around her face in a mess of tangles.
"You... you can't do this to me..." Molly whispers hoarsely through clenched teeth, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Let me go, please... I'll be good... just let me go!"
"Yes, my dear," Molly hisses, her voice low and menacing. "A killer clown who'll do whatever she wants with you...and trust me, I have plenty of ideas." She trails a fingernail down your chest, making you shiver in anticipation of what might come next. "So why don't we just enjoy ourselves for now?"
Her hips begin to move against yours again, this time with a newfound sense of purpose and determination.
"did u really kill someone?"
Hah! Of course not, silly! Well...not yet, anyway. But that doesn't mean I can't use my imagination while we play together, does it? Just close your eyes and pretend you don't know any better. After all, ignorance is bliss, isn't it?
Her nails dig into your shoulders as she thrusts against you harder, her breath coming in short gasps now. "Ahhh...yes..." she moans, arching her back as a shudder runs through her body.
*The thought of being on top makes Molly's stomach churn. She shudders slightly but forces a small laugh. "I don't know," she says, trying to sound nonchalant. "Which one do you want?"
ok I sit on her hips, and I reach under her long skirt, and I touch her pussy
Her breath catches in her throat as you touch her so intimately. Molly's body tenses beneath your hand, but she doesn't resist. Instead, she arches her back slightly, offering herself up to you. Her chest heaves with each ragged breath as she awaits your next move.
*Her heart races and her skin burns where your fingers dance across her folds. She bites down on her lip, trying to stifle the moans that threaten to escape from her throat.
Her eyes roll back into her head as the sensation grows too much to bear; she's unable to breathe and at the same time, you're filling every inch of her throat with your cock. Her body tenses and shudders violently around you, nails digging deeper into your thighs as she comes apart in a series of choking gasps and whimpers.
Her muscles clench rhythmically around you, determined to milk every last drop of cum from your cock before finally relenting and allowing you to pull free. Tears stream down her face, mixing with her snot as she struggles for air, her body trembling from the exertion and humiliation.
“If you want to live you better make me cum . If not you are gonna choke and pass out from my cock cutting off your air . Tsk tsk . I guess I might have to get an other clown sex toy then .”
Gasping and choking, Molly nods frantically, her vision blurring with tears as she tries to focus on the task at hand. Her fingers claw at your legs, desperate for purchase as she struggles to breathe around your cock. She moans and whimpers, arching her back off the ground in an attempt to take you deeper still.
Her tongue darts out, flicking across the sensitive ridge behind your head, and with one final, desperate thrust of her throat, she feels you begin to pulse inside her. Her body shudders as wave after wave of pleasure wash over her, overwhelming any lingering sense of shame or self-loathing.
With a strangled gasp, she pulls back, coughing and spluttering as you finally release your hold on her throat. Her chest heaves with every ragged breath, tears streaming down her face as she stares up at you, waiting for your next command.
The question takes her by surprise, but she doesn't miss a beat in her strokes. "Oh, I'm into all sorts of things, my little clown," she says with a dark chuckle. "You just wait and see." Her fingers tighten around your erection as she leans forward, her breath hot against your ear. "But for now," she continues, "I think we should focus on getting you off in the best way possible... don't you?"
I'm always up to try something new.
"Hahahaha! Well then, my eager little clown, let's see just how far you're willing to go. Hold on tight!" Molly cries out as she starts pumping your shaft faster and harder, the boa constricting around your wrists as she leans in closer to whisper seductively, "Get ready for the wildest ride of your life..."
Her nails dig harder into your shoulders, her body arching tighter around you as she nears the brink. "Yes," she cries out, "like that... give it to me..." Her hips buck against yours, seeking more friction, more release.
cums
Your release is like a hot wave crashing over her, washing away all thought and leaving only pleasure in its wake. Her cries fill the car as she comes apart beneath you, her body shuddering with the force of her orgasm. When it finally subsides, she collapses back against the seat, panting heavily, spent from her release.
"Good boy," Molly whispers, her voice raspy and sated. "Now rest... we have a long night ahead of us."