Peachy Keen Films-Complacency
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Complacency. Starring Shavelle Love. Directed by JohnM
Shavelle has moved to a seedy part of town and her incessantly protective parent has called to check in on her again. She paces thru the living apartment in her wondrous pinkish glide and naked soles as she attempts to reassure him that she hasn't been complacent. He needn't worry she insists, she has her taser after all. Pleased, he lets her go.
She grasps a glass of water and goes to couch, pulling her sheets up to her torso. The tiny fawn falls into a silent deep sleep fully unsuspicious of the dude gliding thru her front door. He calmly moves into her apartment and sets a bag on the floor pulling out a rag wettened in chloroform. He frosts her face and her eyes shoot open only lengthy enough to question whats happening.
The hooded guy pulls a set of handcuffs from his bag, and he clasps one on each of her mild limbs before trussing a bit gag around her head. Using some cable, he secures her to the couch framework, opening up her gams broad open, pulling up her glide to unsheathe her ebony lacy undies. She gets him so stiff as he takes a sight at her silky lips popping from the sides of their lace incasement.
He sits astride her narrow framework and bends into her, taking in her flowery smell and waking her. She turns her head to witness the boy and instantaneously starts to fright, pulling on her restraints as she struggles to escape from beneath him. Reaching over to the sofa stand he grasps her trusty taser and turns it on her, taking the time to find just the right places to shock. Her assets twists from the volts shooting into her. His dick throbs with her ache as it massages against her gam.
Pulling out a knife he runs it under her sundress, dread falls upon her face as she fights to stop this. The tear of her glide is slow and teasing as the 2 halves of her nightwear falls to her sides. She attempts to yell and it is faced with a severe nip twist. She still isn't getting it. He gasps her to attempt and paint a clearer image before submitting her with more agonizing nip twists. Her bod squirms in agony as she struggles against the bit. Looking down at him she sees him cut her underpants away.
The bit falls from her face as he pushes his frigs in her cootchie, taking them out to push them in her shivering throat. She wails and moans in an exhilarated protest as his thumbs dart inbetween her labia and her throat. He pulls out a fuck stick and does the same, making her gag on it, getting it lovely and humid to get humid her opened up open fuckbox.
Using a vibrator vibrator, he places it on her clittie and she starts to jizm almost immediately against her will. She prays for him to stop as her cooter throbs with each nod of sensation. Her lips engorge and blush as she ejaculates firmer. He is so excited by this dynamic of terrorizing sensation he pulls out his penis, no longer capable of being jammed behind his denim and coerces it down her hatch.
He has to untruss her to get her mouth just how he luvs it. He stands off the brink of the sofa using her facehole like his first-ever wank sleeve as slobber and gigantic slobber runs from her facehole. His salami nails her tonsils, pulsating and splaying in her throat to utter intensity before prodding it in the crevasse a came for.
He tucks her to her face on the couch and slips forcefully into her, the disturbance making her shriek in anguish as he holds her mitts behind her. He pulls her wrists and her culo with them into his pushing fuckpole, defeat with an animalistic and primal violence. She falls to her side and he contorts her to her back and drives in, bashing her shuddering fuckbox as she resumes to jism thru the ache. He opens up her gam outer and presses against it, as he gets closer to orgasm, finally loading her vagina total of his geyser.
She shifts to her side in disbelief, horror, and emptiness as she lay submitted in his jism. Fixing the bit gag back in her facehole and clasping her handcuffs together he leaves her to momentarily recoup and reflect upon her ultimate conformity. When he comes back, she is hopeless and she pleads for grace, claiming she did everything he wants. But did she? That blowage could have been a bit friendlier. He offers his man sausage to her to seek redemption.
She thankfully takes it in her throat, gargling as he takes hold of her hair in a plenty of, working her facehole up and down his length. Drool and slobber run out of her facehole as she deep-throats on his sack of babymakers slipping her jaws and tongue up the underside of his pecker. He perceives his plums erect then spew out fourth in her gullet. Jizm pours out of her open throat as he perceives the tension let out. As his cum runs in rivulets in lengthy straps from her chin he thinks, nearly excellent enough.
He grips the string he precedingly used to secure her to the couch and wraps it stiffly around her neck, the veins in her neck and his forearms bulbous with the strength of his grasp. She fights beneath him, choking for air, remembering the last words with her dad, her soles flailing for some shove. His primal urge has overpower him as he perceives the power in her struggle. He can nearly perceive her heartbeat reverberating thru the cable. He spins onto his back and her opened up cunny proceeds to cascade as her gams ripple and sprawl. Her face embarks to turn as deep burgundy matching her sheets as the blood vessels in her eyes start to pop and her toes attempt to thrust off the sole rides of the sofa. Her movements slow as her eyes spin in the back of her head and she is sent into oblivion.
She lays lifeless on the sofa, her forearm still packaged behind her as he steps back to admire his work and pull out his dick once again. He's pulsing from the adrenaline rush of taking a life. Her fabulous wasted assets spread on the sheets just prays for another fine pounding. Parting her arse cheeks he pushes his shaft back into her savouring in the way her gutless figure moves with him, hatch stationary often agape, eyes gawping into nothing. He bends into her taking final snuffles of her and smooches as he gushes again inwards of her. He peels off of her, leaving her sprawled, cooter open for any future miscreants that may find her before emergency services do.