Peachy Keen Films-Grandmas House

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Emma arrived at her Grandma's palace like she did every other day for the past a few years. At just Legal, Emma was a supreme female, and wise, already having a scholarship to a the states prestigious university where she was going to be coming in their medical program. Today, tho', streets smarts would have been the hottest type of smarts to have, for when she knocked, the enormous bad otter answered. An unknown masculine stranger opened the door and sneered at her---she trusted his story totally. Her grannie needed help and had a caregiver that attended to her needs Six hours a day. Typically, it was a doll. Today it was a stud, or so he told her. He was subbing for a few days...she believed him downright, which is why she did not anticipate what happened next.... He knocked the tiny biotch to the floor...oh my god, he could not believe his luck. After luring the 30 something caregiver woman to the shed and slicing her head open with a prowess spotted, he went back in and the grannie...too effortless. He was just about to search for valuables when this nymphs knocked at the door. Oh my god, she was amazingly red-hot...and youthful. He indeed had no plan, no course of action--he'd usually observed a palace for a few days, witness the pattern--swooped in and out, occasionally leaving a assets or 2 and budge on. This was defiantly a bonus. With Four hours left on the caregivers shift, he could take his time. He admired the youthfull doll for a while, still in high college no doubt, looked brainy---probably the glasses. He bent down, snuffling her slowly---oh, she reeked pretty. He moved up to her neck, snuffling her teen scented figure spray---bubblegum or juicy tangerine something or other. She had some gloss on too. Yum. He flipped her on her back and spent a lengthy time perceiving her bod, very first thru the clothes, then leisurely eliminating the them. At one point, he has to set her up to liquidate her tee-shirt. Her flesh was suntan and gentle to knead. He ran his tongue over her, finding her puffy nips and softly slurping them. He desired to take his time, savour it all. He liquidated her trousers, the undergarments. He looked at her fuckbox, then went down and had a taste. Ultimately, he spins her over, undoes his trousers and embarks to have fuck-fest with the unconscious female. Afterward, he picks her up and cradle carries her over to the chair--placing her bare figure in it. He heads behind her and pulls out one of his beloved ligatures--wrapping it once around her neck. He softly wakes her up. She is petrified and cannot stir or make scarcely a sound. She looks up at him in dread. He tells her what he did, just to help build up the terror--he luved oppressive domination. When he was prepared, the ligature became taut and she became highly, highly mobile. She attempted stiff to struggle, attempting to delve her thumbs on the strap, while trying to get some leverage with her soles and gams. He stood powerful, however, and restricted her cock-squeezing with the cord--digging into her delicate neck skin. Her gullet broad open--tongue cropping for air, she kept fighting. Her eye, broad with despotism, he could tell she dreamed to live so, so much. He wished her dead and did not let go. She struggled rock-hard, but was losing her force...slower, slower she became. The sight of despotism became more of a prayer and by the end it was of acceptance. She would die briefly and there was nothing she could do. However her mind had accepted her destiny, her figure struggled on as finest it could. Her gams crushed out--spasming along with trembles in her pecs and mitts. Ultimately she slowed way down until is was just light tiny wanks. Then, nothing. She was still. He liquidated the cord--the redness where it had been was highly obvious. He looked her her dead face...her eyes gawping blankly back thru her glasses. She did not budge, no response. he had killed many times before, but this one was exclusive, highly sensational. He ran his palms along her figure, at one point, he picked up her sole, sensing it, putting it against his chin. He picks her up and carried her around the apartment a bit, then goes of to Grandma's bedroom to spend the rest of his time with her.