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Single Mom. Starring. Pandora

A youthfull mom, who just concluded pulling down her sonnie off at daycare, is ambling home. As she travels the sidewalk in this not-so-nice part of the city, she thinks she is being followed. She confirms her dreads by ducking into a parking garage and witnessing as a stud approaches, then ambles off. She runs the rest of the way home.
She is chatting to her mommy, frenzied, startled, then her worst dreads are realized. The guy is behind her--in her room. He frosts her throat, takes the phone away and they fight. She attempts despairingly to escape. He wedges her head against the kitchen drown and she is out.

He lays her on the table. He has been stalking her for nearly a yr now. He lived in the rooms throughout the street. He used to sit in the dark, eyeing her disrobe nightly. She always left behind to close her blinds. Foolish error when living via from a bang-out offender.

Now, she lay before him, his reward and he would cherish this time with her. He leisurely moved his forearms over her, sensing her assets, admiring the honest smoothness of her flesh. Then, he leisurely liquidated her attire. Everything came off until she was bare before him. He kneaded her, he sensed her jugs and blown on her swell puffies.

"Oh, are you exhilarated" he thought.

Now, he was well-prepped. He would her. He shoved her gams apart, anticipating the tightness of this youthful gal. He embarked to glide in her. Abruptly, she woke. It caught him off guard. She shoved him back and he fell. She lunged for the door. LOCKED!!!. She bolted up to her apartment, but he was on her tail--tackling her as she dove up onto her couch. They grappled until he could get his garrote out.

He got it around her neck, grimaced it taut and pulled her back. She was laying on top of him, bucking and struggling. He distorted her to one side, then to the other--anything to weaken her. She was powerful, struggled rock hard. He was affected, but desperate for her to die so he could conclude the job before anyone she may have called came checking on her.

After a while, she began to weaken. Progress, ultimately. He pulled firmer, not wanting to cut into her, he did not want *****. Not this time.

She was jiggling all over, her assets stressfull, her face highly crimson. She was not going to last much longer.

He kept at it until there was stillness. Then, he pulled some more to make sure. He took the garrote off, set her up. A crimson mark on her neck. He seized her around her head, a trick he learned in prison--a prompt twist, and he bankrupt her neck. It is always excellent to be sure, and this was nearly utter proof. She was definitely dead and now he would not be interrupted.

He laid her down, then proceeded to do what he had come for. It may be a tiny out of the order he desired, but as it turns out, this might even be nicer. He spinned her over on her belly, looked at her tempting donk and sleek glowing flesh. She was definitely wondrous. He pulled her to him and pummeled her from behind--feeling her warth. After a moment, he spinned her over, then let her head lull off the couch and she humped her until he came inwards this youthful mummy.

He did not think about what he had done. He did not think of her orphaned sonnie, or her mummy losing her only daughter-in-law this day. He only however of himself, and the practice he had with her. She facilitated his dream and paid with her youthful life. He posed her on the sofa and thanked her. Then, he left.