"Mr. M..." He does not give her a chance to reply before he pins her against the sofa she is sitting down on placing his large palms around her throat and crushing his lips against hers without warning as he has certainly lost his sense of responsibility.Amelia gasps against his lips and then struggles to free herself from his tight grip but his holding against her is as substantial and rigid as a solid ceramic not even giving her a chance to lift a bone.Oh crap! She screams in her brain with a huge amount of terror piercing through her senses. What the hell is going on? How did it get to this? These are the questions ringing in her head as Mr Mitchell begins to grace her body fondling her susceptible properties making her grit her teeth finding it hard to resist the heavy amount of sensations coursing through her body at his touch."I am so done trying to resist you seductive little bitch."Mr Mitchell groans into her ears and finally lifts her from the sofa with a single arm. He pl
He is vicious. He is brutal. He is just so persistent in getting whatever he wants from her at the moment. His sense of control has already been hurled out of the window as he grips tight wrapping his arm around her neck and holding her tight against him as he rams viciously into her core without compassion. "AAAH AAAH f***. Mr Mitchell." She whispers arching her back uncontrollably with her arms wrapped tight around his neck trying as much as she can to contend the heavy tremendous swelling of his dick driving deep and hard into her tight wet p**** mercilessly. In all her life of existence, she has never felt this much bliss that seems to be throwing her out of balance. She can't even feel herself anymore. She feels like she has been thrown into a state of utter stupidity. "Oh my God. Oh f***. Oh s***. Mr Mitchell." He moans and grips tight against her hair pulling her head backwards till she is completely arched beneath him. "What the f*** did I tell you to call me?" He groans a
TA TA TA TA TA TA TA TA" Oh shit. Oh fuck yes yes yes yes. Oh yes, fuck me harder daddy Daddy" Amelia keeps on crying out uncontrollably and endlessly with a trembling voice as the ecstasy between the both of them is on a whole new level driving them both insane with Mr Mitchell groaning uncontrollably behind her with this grip on her waist as tight as a screw jack while he keeps on battering endlessly and heartlessly into her slick tight wet p****. The phenomenon is just driving him insane. "Oh my God." He kisses her neck increasing his speed and moving faster than he was previously. All the pent-up lust and desire they have been keeping deep inside themselves for a long time keeps on uncovering itself continuously with neither of them finding an atom of stamina within themselves to stop. They both feel like they should continue hitting each other forever. They both feel like the sweet exhilaration mixing between their bodies should continue without vigilance until they can't fe
"Oh s***. Oh f***. AAH. Oh fucking god damn it." She keeps on wailing uncontrollably with her grip around his neck as tight as anything blundering with all her might to contend the massive body wrecking pleasure tearing away brutally at her trembling system. Her soft gasps are like sweet sensational harmony to his ears, her trembling limbs and body are giving him excessive massive hard on that makes his appetite for her a lot more intense as he moans in his position." F***." He utters and pulls her away from himself with every desperacy lurking down within his bones. He gets up and moves away from his position staying behind her and making her kneel in the bathtub leaning against the edge with her back to him and her ass protruding towards him alluringly." Damn." He mumbles and moves his hand caressing her posterior spanking her ass amidst the waters in the bathtub basking in its warm soft and amusing smoothness. The feeling makes his cock ache with forbidding uncontainable lust a
(AMELIA)My heart is beating uncontrollably, my veins are throbbing immensely my senses are high on a lot with every single hair on my skin erect with maximum vigilance to any sudden bad luck that might come from any angle. I am completely dressed now standing by the door to Mr Mitchell's bedroom terrified to my bones because Lily is at the door right now, knocking and calling for her father's awareness relentlessly as though it is an immediate emergency she needs to attend to. Holy fuck. This day just got a lot worse. I don't understand why everything these days just keeps on walking on the wrong side for me. This is extreme bad luck and I don't think I can bear the last of it. We haven't even settled the issue between us and now this? She is going to catch me in her dad's bedroom doing what? How the f*** am I going to explain it to her? How am I going to tell...... What the f*** am I going to tell her is the reason I am in her father's bedroom? I am extremely dazed right now. The
(AMELIA)I am presently standing in my position by the bed gazing at Mr. Mitchell's back with all the extreme hysteria and apprehension wrecking my senses while I fiddle with my fingers and find it extremely hard to utter a single word for the fear that his reply to me at the moment might make me pass out before him. The tension in the entire room at his extreme silence is making me tremble uncontrollably in my position as I keep gazing at him with my lower lip caught in between my teeth. I don't think I can go through this anymore. The tension is just too much to fucking bear. My heartbeat feels like it's about to detonate and blast right out of my chest without control. Why is he acting like this? He should say something. I regard him as he keeps on relaxing against the door leaning his head against it. he is moving and still like a sculpture and that makes me want to twitch in my position. AAARGH he should say something God damn it! I don't think I can put up with this anymore.
(AMELIA)His sharp blue gaze is relentlessly on me unwavering and unblinking as if awaiting my reply to whatever question he just asked that I do not know about. I fiddle a little in my position and shuffle my feet slightly with my heart slamming harder and harder in my chest at this extreme tension stretching around the room right now. I gulp down hard and shuffle a little bit. Nah. I definitely cannot do this. This is not happening right now. No. No no no. I chuckle nervously and shake my head. I can't do this. What the hell? Things might go crazy. It just doesn't make sense. "It's all right," I reply as quickly as I can waving my hand to him. "I think I am perfectly good and fine with standing," I say with a smile and brush a strand of my hair behind my ear still shuffling my feet nervously against the floor. He raises an eyebrow and peers at me for a long while as if trying to decipher me while I attempt to avoid his gaze moving my eyes to look elsewhere with disarray working m
(AMELIA)Fear? Tch. Nah. It is a seriously underestimated understatement compared to the huge corpulence I am feeling in my gut right now. This is insane. This is incriminating. It's..... s***. I don't even know what to say right now. I don't even know what to think. My entire system just feels so lifeless without any energy to make a single motion. Just what the hell. I find myself staring at the computer screen still in my position completely paralyzed to my bones with my eyes as wide as a blinding light. Oh crap. This is the worst situation one can ever wish to be in. Oh s***. This is ruinous. I don't think I can even breathe right now. I am struggling to catch my breath. Mr Michelle is now striding about the bedroom with his hand on his waist and his other hand on his head scuffing his hair with confusion uttering a lot of silent sentences which I can't seem to hear to himself. I don't even know what to say as I watch him in my position with confusion rocking my entire being. "T