POV ANAL CREAMPIE Ghostface invadiu minha casa e me fodeu todinha!! Assista versão completa em sheer.com/mandysweet

Oh the night was dark, the leaves crunched underfoot. A chill in the air, and an even greater chill in bones. But inside the house, inside MY house, it was warm and inviting. The crackling of a fire, soft music, dim lights, empty wine glasses and candles. I was completing my Halloween preparations, the house ready for the big party. Suddenly, the sound of glass breaking from the laundry room. The back door swung open. I heard heavy footsteps coming towards the dining room. I froze, heart pounding. A ghostly figure came into view, his breath visible in the chilly air, black hood concealing his face. In his hand, a bloody knife. “Hey, bitch.” The intruder rasped eerily from behind the mask. “You in the mood to party tonight?”

Terrified, I ran through the house to escape, phone in hand, trying to dial 911. He lunged and grabbed me, slamming me to the floor. The phone bounced out of reach. His hands were all over me as I struggled, tearing at my clothes. “Stop! Please!” I cried, but he just laughed in that haunting voice. “Shut up, whore. You’re my captive now.” Ripping off my blouse and bra, groping my breasts roughly. Pinning me down, forcing his masked face between my legs over my skirt. Hot breath through the slits, hands yanking the skirt off. Teeth and tongue manipulating my shaved mound through the panties. Hands clawing at my ass. Worlds most terrifying (and unwanted) bikini wax. I whimpered and tried to squirm away. The ghostly intruder looked up, silvery eyes gleaming. “You like that, don’t you you shameless slut? I’m going to fuck you stupid.”

He forced my legs open, fingers digging into my thighs, shredding my panties. Mouth on my pussy, probing fingers inside. Twisting, pumping, curling. His breathing heavy as he licked and sucked my clit. Drool dripping down my slit. Making obscene slurping sounds. I sobbed, knowing I had no choice but to submit. His thumb started massaging circles around my asshole while he ate me out. Then he pushed the pad of his thumb past the tight ring of muscle, roughly sawing in and out. Tears streamed down my face as the pain started to blend with pleasure. Obscene pleasure I didn’t want. Didn’t I?

He rose up, unzipped his pants. His massive cock bobbed out, thick and uncut, dark red and purple from the engorged blood vessels. Wiped my pussy juice and spit all over the shaft. Draped my legs over his shoulders and notched the unfamiliar helmet into my tight hole. “Fuck yeah baby, I’m going to wreck you.” Setting the bulbous head past my resistance, inching the fat cock deeper, unpacking his meat into my cave inch by thick inch. “God, you’re tight. You were made for fucking.” Angling his hips, driving himself further. My wetness made it easier as he kept going, pulling out and pushing back in, gritting his teeth.

Holding my hips, fucking me hard, his shiny gloves on my bare skin. Balls slapping my ass, eclipsing my whole pussy. Drilling me deep, grinding against my clit, stirring me up. Tittyfucking me with that big knife slicing my soft breast. Chilling me and inflaming me. I couldn’t deny how wet I was getting, how my juices trickled out with each thrust. No slowing down, he nailed me at a relentless pace, brutally stretching my slit. The knife staying close to my throat as he rammed me brutally. My fingernails raked his biceps, choking sounds escaping my mouth every time he bottomed out, my back arched off the floor as he pummeled me.

Body cruelly used, the cruel intruder unrelenting, determined to make me come all over his dick. Using me to get his ghostly rocks off. Panting, sweat dripping, my breath coming in stuttering whimpers as the pressure inside built. My pussy grabbed his cock, milking the shaft as the first contraction passed over me. Ghostface thrust narrowly, grinding, rubbing, wailing with my rhythmic spasms. My shrieks filling the candlelit room as my body surrendered to the orgasm that wracked me. “FUCK! Paint my dick with your slutty juice!” he bellowed as my pussy squirted on his cock. He barreled into my fluttering hole again and again, grunting, losing tempo. Then a roar of exertion as his body shook, hands gripping my hips, pressing me down as his cock pulsed, filling me with hot cream. Spurt after spurt, pumping me full of thick ghostly jizz. Marking his climatic territory.

He slumped over, riding out the afterglow. Finally, pulling his deflating meat out with a wet pop. My abused hole gaped, goey ribbons of cum oozing out, my ass hole now much too well acquainted with his fist and thumb. He buttoned up and left, ghosting away silently into the Halloween night, leaving me there, broken and leaking on the floor. Like Deadpool says… “Maximum effort!”