Soaking and stroking to ecstasy

Her struggling stopped and I let her have some fresh air to breath. XXX She didn’t need to be knocked-out completely. My loins were throbbing, while kneeling over her I rubbed myself in between her legs. ‘Well, well,’ I said. It might be just wishful thinking. It was a breeze to force the window and enter her house. I’d stalked her for weeks, going back and forth on whether to take her or not. I inspected the cloth and made sure the entirety of her nose and mouth were covered, then I carefully counted the another five drops as I let them fall onto the fabric. I had some high profile friends that enjoyed my collection as much as I did, and that provided me with immunity.

Soaking and stroking to ecstasy