Intruder!

Intruder!I sneak into your home. You are unaware of my presence. Working in the kitchen, your back to me, you bend over the solid oak table, rolling out pastry. The swell of your delicious firm buttocks drives me wild with desire. In my back pocket I have four silk scarves, and I know exactly what I intend to do with them. As I walk up behind you, my footsteps alert you, so I bound forward and grab your hair, forcing your face forward! "Don't look at me, no screaming, and you will not get hurt!" I force your head down, in turn curling your body from the waist, your long torso taking up the contour of the table. I use my knee to force your powerful firm thighs apart, I take a scarf from my pocket and slide my hand down your leg to your ankle. I bound your joint to the table leg, and in turn,bind your other ankle to the opposite leg. Your thighs are spread so wide, I can feel your calves flexing and trembling, which makes your gorgeous buttocks shudder. Now I bind your wrists , and anchor them to the table top.I walk back around and observe my handiwork. You stand there bent and so helpless, wimpering, shuddering. I take a knife from the wood block, and slice open your shirt, from collar to tail, exposing your smooth white back, hindered only by your wide bra strap. The sharp edge makes quick work of the synthetic material, and now your naked back is mine. I gentle glide my fingertips along your spin, you quiver and moan. I feel your shoulders rise to my touch. I cut the two shoulder straps of your bra, allowing me to pull the tattered garment free, releasing your big, firm, breasts. Your engorged nipples spring to life, as I slide my hands around your torso to cup these delightful orbs. My loins are pressing hard against your encased bottom. My big cock is uncomfortable as it swelling to new propotions in my tight jeans. I sense you quiver again, a slight pressure as you press your firm buttocks against my cock. With your fear, I also sense your excitement. My body follows the contour of your torso bent over the table, I again feel your buttocks clench and rise to meet my swelling cock. My jeans are so tight, and my erection threatens to burst through the stiff denim.I gentle glide my fingertips along your spin, you quiver and moan. I feel your shoulders rise to my touch. I cut the two shoulder straps of your bra, allowing me to pull the tattered garment free, releasing your big, firm...breasts. Your engorged nipples spring to life, as I slide my hands around your torso to cup these delightful orbs. My loins are pressing hard against your encased bottom. My big cock is uncomfortable as it swelling to new propotions in my tight jeans. I sense you quiver again, a slight pressure as you press your firm buttocks against my cock. With your fear, I also sense your excitement. My body follows the contour of your torso bent over the table, I again feel your buttocks clench and rise to meet my swelling cock. My jeans are so tight, and my erection threatens, to burst through the stiff denim. The thought of your firm, lush buttocks drives me crazy....I have to gaze upon them. I straighten up and step backwards, taking in the divine sight before me. The swell beneath your silk wrap is intoxicating and I have to see what is beneath. I slide my hands down your firm thighs, drawing closer to the hem of the wrap. Your lips part, and I hear a low, soft moan escape your delicious mouth. I grab hold of the soft material and start to draw it up, exposing more and more of your milky white flesh. The sight of your powerful legs draw even more blood into my aching, throbbing shaft! I will have to release it from the denim prison soon. Finally, your bottom is in view, and I can control myself no longer. I drop to my knees, and bury my face into the crack of your ass. My wet tongue seeking out the wetness of your swollen cunt.