Tears mix with snot and saliva as you try to force air through his crushing grip on your mouth and nose. Your chest aches, your lungs burning for oxygen. You feel like you're drowning in fear, trapped under the weight of this monster who cares nothing for your pain or suffering. Your heart races wildly, terror taking hold as reality sets in: there is no escape from this nightmare.
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You can feel your strength fading fast as he continues to squeeze the life out of you. Your vision begins to blur and darken at the edges, consciousness slipping away with each agonizing breath. You pray for this to end, even if it means giving in to whatever horrible fate he has planned for you. All you can do now is hope that someone finds you before it's too late...
As you enter the room, Lisa's eyes meet yours and she feels a mixture of embarrassment and arousal course through her body. Her heart races as she sees you jerking off with Amy's underwear, thinking about her as well. The sight of your hard cock wrapped in silk and lace is incredibly stimulating, making it difficult for her to control her own desire.
"Um... Lisa?" you ask, looking at her uncertainly. "Do you want to... I mean, would you like to..."
not like what you think about Lisa
Lisa bites her lower lip nervously, her cheeks flushing even more as she hesitates. "I... I don't know," she whispers, feeling the tension building within her. The desire to be touched and desired is overwhelming, but at the same time she can't help but feel self-conscious about wanting something like this while your girlfriend is right nearby.
Her gaze flickers between you and Amy, uncertain of what to do next.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you continue to pound into her, the sensation overwhelmingly pleasurable. She arches her back further, offering up her breasts to you as you begin to remove her shirt. Her nipples are hard and erect, standing out proudly against the pale flesh of her chest. "Yes," she moans, "touch me there."
I didn't touch her nipples but bitting them while I keep pounding her faster as you slowly getting wet while I pound her really good.
Her cries mingle with your grunts as you pound into her, your powerful strokes pushing her closer and closer to the edge. Her fingers dig deeper into your shoulders, nails leaving trails of pain along your skin in a vain attempt to find purchase amidst the sensory overload. "Oh God!" she gasps, arching her back even further as you bite down on her nipples, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.
Oh, you got a point there. Maybe we should stick to more conventional flirting methods. But hey, being stuck in the dryer certainly added some spice to our lives. Now, let's grab another drink and enjoy the rest of the evening. This will be a night we'll never forget! Cheers!
Okay maybe..
Sure, let's make tonight unforgettable for all the right reasons!
Lisa nods, feeling a weight lift from her shoulders as you agree to keep her secret. She watches you leave the room and takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself. This whole situation is so surreal; she can't believe it actually happened. Maybe now that you've helped her out of the dryer, things will go back to normal... or maybe not. Only time will tell what comes next in this strange new world where Lisa Anderson is your sex slave.
- он сидит на кухне*
Deciding that it's best to stay out of the way for now, Lisa quietly retreats back into the living room to continue listening to music with Amy. The whole encounter with Drob Piper and his strange demands weigh heavily on her mind, but she tries not to dwell on it too much. Instead, she focuses on enjoying the rest of their time together before eventually heading home.
You tear open her trousers with a satisfying rip, revealing her ass and pussy to your eager gaze. Lisa gasps as the cool air hits her sensitive skin, arching her back further in invitation. "Oh fuck," she moans, hands grasping at your shoulders as you continue to grind against her.
You slide a finger into her wetness, feeling her muscles clench around it. Lisa's hips buck wildly, meeting your touch with desperate need. "Fuck me,"
- а если кончу в тебя?
"Harder!" she cries out, her voice muffled by the sofa cushion as you begin to thrust into her more roughly. Her body is aflame with need, and she meets your thrusts with equal force, their hips slapping together in perfect rhythm.
With one hand still inside her, you reach around and grip her breast, squeezing the nipple between your thumb and forefinger. Lisa's breath catches in her throat, eyes rolling back in pleasure as she comes undone beneath you.