Tuesday morning she had been standing on the train platform, dressed in an expensive business suit,

Tuesday morning she had been standing on the train platform, dressed in an expensive business suit, ready to spend another day in the office. She had barely noticed the tattooed man who had walked up behind her in a pair of faded jeans and an AC/DC t-shirt, dismissing him as just another day blue collar minion on his way to work.By Tuesday night she was face down in a blanket soaked in sweat and other fluids as that same tattooed man pounded into her from above. Her screams were muffled by the black duct tape plastered over her mouth, and the way he held her head down meant there was no sign for escape. She was sore, tired, and hungry. They’d been at it all day, and he had taken her on the floor, the couch, against the wall, with their only breaks being for the occasional drink or bite to eat. He was always so gentle when feeding her, but as soon as he was hard again he turned into the most magnificent brute. She moaned as she felt him tense inside her, followed a moment later by a hot wash of his cum filling her unprotected cunt for the sixth time that day. He’d never asked if she was on the pill, and stopping for a condom was time that could be better spent fucking her. And as he pulled out and turned her over take advantage of her breasts, all she could think about was how happy she was that he had been the one to answer her Craigslist ad. -- source link

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