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    My Plan. Starring Soleil

    She did not know me. I was no one. But I was about to get to know her--intimately and fatally.
    I thought about her for years and observed her for months. I knew all her habits. I knew where her hubby went and what times she went to the store, the hairdresser. I knew it all. And, my plan was brilliant. When the wireless people came to her mansion to update her internet, I knew it was time to activity.
    She was sitting on her sofa, reading. My last check of the web cam I wired up months ago confirmed that. Greatest of all, she was comfy, highly comfy. Paul, her hubby was at work, but was going out with the boys after and would be late. He knocked.
    She was a wondrous as ever. However he transferred her on the sidewalk every so regularly when she would come out to get the paper he had so cozily moved in the direction of the end of the driveway--it was not the same as now. Now, he could odor her as she peered at him thru the open door.
    And, then he was in. In her home. Stinky her, all around him. He could just slightly contain his awakening. Already he was stiff and did his greatest to stash it by getting right to work. The moment was near.
    He knew she was immediately jumpy and her catching him looking at her was not to sleek. He determined he would just do it.....no time like the introduce.
    He got up, he smirk switched to a gaze and she was aware right away that she was in grief. The stand off was short. The 2 leisurely competing for posture, then, he caught her sight and what her have fun was.
    She bolted for the left-side desk drawer and had her spouses gun in her forearm. Just a half-second longer and maybe, just maybe the she could have used it. Would she even? He never gave her the opportunity. He grappled the gun out of her forearm then strike her rock-hard on the head with the culo. She went down. Unconscious.
    Now she was on his time. He toughly dragged her to the center of the apartment, shoved her gams apart and got his pulsating rigid schlong inwards her as swift as he could. All the years waiting and now he was living his dreams. She did not disappoint. Torrid, taut, the experiencing of her vagina around his boner was amazing. He banged her and as he did, worked on getting her clothes off so he would watch the rest of her kindliness.
    After a while she came too and she screamed and cried while he continued to **** her. She did not like it, but she could not do anything about it. He ***** her for a lengthy time until eventually, eventually, all the pent up zeal erupted and he crammed her up with his ball butter.
    The concluding was anticlimactic. He got up. He helped her up, set her on the sofa, gave her the coffee she had--still super hot hopefully. Then, he went to his bag. He knew she was eyeing him--in shock. He was well-prepped if she attempted to run, but he knew her. She wouldn’t. She would just wait for him to leave, then break down in tears and attempt to make these days events go away. She might even lurk what happened from her spouse.
    If only she got the opportunity. But there was one more thing he dreamed to do. Something he aways desired to do. Raping her was just one part of it.
    He slid on the gloves and approached her. She observed his palms. It truly did not click with her until he was around her neck and then, she freaked out. He raised her up--adrenaline is heavy and he had the intensity. She was like a humping rag-doll. He figured he would just punch her neck and it would be over. But, he’d never done this before. It was a learning practice.
    She was a fighter and they spinned and flopped all over jockeying for a fine stance. It took a lengthy, lengthy time, all the while, her face crimson, her tongue cropping out and eyes broad .
    Eventually, he got her on her knees in front of him so he could sight at her as he murdered her. And, it worked. She looked at him right back, gawping with those phat doe-eyes of hers. But there was no compassion from him as he observed her. In fact, he perceived his fervor for her erect up again.
    His fuckpole was out of his trousers, pulsing for extract and there was her gullet, open, moist, tongue out. He could not think of anything more arousing and even with the risks, he let his spunk-pump have fun with her hatch and shortly, he was plumbing her wide open throat. She ball-gagged on his sausage as he chocked her, spit trickling out. It was the finest thing he ever perceived. Her figure shivered and shook, her throat formed around his manhood as he shoved it in and out, a few times, he sensed the back of her jaws. She was dying. He knew it was time, so he let his pecker glide out and he observed as her figure shook and quivered. Eventually, there was a last contraction and quiver and she was still. He was holding all her weight by her neck and he let her fall rigid to the floor.
    But, he was not done. He needed more and he worked his dick while standing over her expecting to extract his stream all over her nice hooters. But, he desired more and got her up on her sofa and commenced boinking her dead bod. She was still highly scorching, highly cock-squeezing. He pounded her firm and prompt until he ended.
    He was weary. This was well worth the years of investment. Only sad that it was a one time thing, but he was sure he would find another as he gathered up his things and left her cracked and dead on the sofa for her hubby to discover.

    Runtime : 22min 7s
    File Size : 718 MB
    Resolution : 1280x720

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