Exton

Ob takes one step toward Pandora. She steps back and he smiles. Each step she takes is mirrored . His voice is a singsong, softly demanding.

"Pandora, do not defy me in this. Come here bruha."

He stalks her around the room, watching her breasts sway and bob with each step. Darting around the bed, Pandora is stopped short as Ob is suddenly there, blocking her escape. His gaze is intense, locked on her. Pandora licks her lip, her tongue sweeping nervously. His pale gaze follows the movement, and his own lips press into a grim smile.

Pandora darts to the bed, scrambling across and Ob's hand snakes out, closing around her ankle. He slowly drags her back, letting her roll onto her back to stare up at him. He can smell her arousal, spiced with a small bit of fear. No, not fear.... uncertainty, yes.

Her eyes are wide, watching him pull her closer. Teeth biting her lower lip, Pandora rolls again, rising on her knees to try to crawl away. Ob laughs and yanks, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her hard against him.

"Thought you could get away, mujer?" His laughter is low, almost a breathless chuckle. He strokes a finger along her panties, pressing the wet cloth against into her slit and rubbing. "Bad girl."

His hand slides upwards, cupping a breast and squeezing, rolling the nipple between his thumb and fingertip, while a sharp nail caresses her through the thin fabric. Pandora moans.

Pressing her against his body, Ob sways to the mideastern rhythms. His hard length grinds into her ass as his fingers tease her mercilessly. Finding her clit, Ob strokes her through the fabric, making her writhe. He whispers in her ear.

"That was bad, mi Bruha. Now I will just have to take what is mine."

Tossing her forward onto the bed, Ob reaches between her legs and grips the bit of cloth. His nails tear through it, leaving shreds of cloth hanging from the elastic. With a tug, the pants slip from his hips and he presses forward, shoving hard into her wetness, once, twice, making her jerk as his cockhead glides over her clit. The third time he shoves hard, burying himself in her depths.

"Such a hot, tight cunt. So wet."

He shoves hard again, gripping her hips and pulling her back. Pandora moans and writhes, no longer trying to get away. Ob moans and presses her down, forcing her across the bed. His knees straddle her thighs as he begins to fuck her with long hard thrusts. He groans softly as she clenches hard. Pulling out, he waits, listening to her whimpers.

"Please Ob, pleeeease..."