"What do you understand by that?"Brent smiled. It was the first heartfelt smile he'd had since their morning disagreement, "How dare you seduce me so boldly last night, and now you're not even sure of anything I say?" Brent grinned and bent down to try and steal a glimpse of her expression. Hermosa was so cute when she was shy."I ......"Hermosa smiled back. Her confidence and courage were actually quite fragile, almost entirely dependent on Brent's subtle reactions to every move, but she was willing to fly into a flame if Brent gave her the slightest light.Just like now. She looked up with courage, the faint glow of the car hitting her face. Her cheeks flushed slightly and her breath was a little warm. She unbuckled her seatbelt and gently reached out to take Brent's hand. Brent didn't say anything but looked at her with a slight smile. His palm was ever so warm. For the first time Hermosa was sure that Brent was the only light in her miserable world. She never wanted to let go.I
"Yes. ......"She looked down, watching Brent reach down and unbutton and unzip her own trousers, revealing the black lace panties inside.The fragile lace pattern was wet with transparent love juices. Her pussy lips were pitiful and beautiful like a chick trapped in a cage.The fleshy flower between her legs was so hot and itchy that she couldn't even take off her panties and reached to part it to unzip Brent's trousers."Don't be in such a hurry."Brent stopped Hermosa instead . He wasn't hard enough for it to be that comfortable for each other if he fxcked straight in now, "I'll touch you first."There was no lubricant in the car, so Brent brought two fingers to Hermosa's lips and nudged them. Her slightly open eyes blinked in fascination at Brent, as if she had been fxcked hard at the moment he poked his fingers into her mouth. In Brent's eyes, her lover looked like a fallen angel intoxicated in the pale luminescent blue sea of Life of Pi.Even in her revealing dress, even in her
A few days later.In the basement of Villa Brent.The cold coloured light illuminates the interior clearly. Several innocent rabbits had been trapped here, but now the cages were empty, and a man was tied to a chair at the console, a black cloth tied over his eyes.He couldn't get free, and bounced futilely in place like a dying fish, pausing wearily to listen for movement.There was no sound.Except for the sound of Brent's breathing, sitting across from him. He couldn't see the look Brent was casting over him, but he still felt shivers and goose bumps."Who, who the hell are you?" He spoke tentatively."You've done things for Davis?" Brent asked rhetorically.The man didn't answer immediately.His mind raced, trying to guess what Brent meant by that question. But racking his brain, he couldn't come up with an answer.Instead, Brent asked the same question again, with an undisguised coldness in his voice.The man felt his goose bumps rise. A constant fear of the unknown haunted him.
On that summer night four years ago, he was still in graduate school and he and his friends were partying late into the night. When it was over he was too drunk to drive and didn't want to go home drunk and get nagged by his mother, so he got a hotel room.Room 320 at the New York Hilton. Brent hadn't thought of that number often for over four years, but subconsciously it had been tied to that dream-like sex. He couldn't forget it in any way. The morning after that summer night, Brent half-opened his eyes in a daze when a beautiful, flustered back caught his eye, the faint glow of the sunrise a light golden filter on her smooth waist. The girl couldn't resist stealing a glance back at Brent, who was lying on the bed, but she found him staring straight at her. She averted her eyes in panic and quickly put on her clothes and shoes and stumbled out of the room.Brent fell back asleep with a hangover headache. When he woke up, even the traces of the girl in the bed had disappeared withou
"I heard that Randolph and those guys he works for are totally using that kid as a toy. You know those children's popsicles? They'd buy one back on purpose and lie to her that it was for her, coax her to bite into it, and then ......"In the basement, the man's voice suddenly rang in Brent's ears again. He said that Randolph would use a popsicle stick or any other food to simulate nasty movements in Elisa's mouth while Hermosa was away, and the others would laugh on the sidelines, calling her a whore for life like her mother. As for what Elisa's reaction was at the time, he didn't say.But Brent could imagine.How scared that child must have been, she had no idea what she had done wrong. She must have wanted to jump into her mother's arms and cry when she came back, but Randolph and the men had threatened her. That if she dared to tell her mother, they had a way of making sure she never saw Hermosa again.She became even more frightened and probably couldn't stop crying every day, but
As a child, Hermosa loved to spend time alone in the second-hand bookshop next to her school reading fairy tales. The girls in the stories went through all sorts of ups and downs, but in the end, they all waited for their fairy godmother or their prince to come to their rescue. From then on, whenever something bad happened in her life, Hermosa would silently pray that someone good would suddenly appear and save her from the hellish world she was living in.Everything would be fine, Hermosa always thought as a child. Until the years went by and reality whipped her over and over again. As she grew up, she realised that fairy tales were just a mirror image of real life. As beautiful as the stories are, reality is cruel.Hermosa has lost the last glimmer of light in her eyes. She couldn't even cry, she just stared at the corner of the stool in sluggish.Randolph didn't just want her to go to Brent's basement, he wanted her to kill him when she found those things.Hermosa couldn't believe
Hermosa thought she was being punished."Si...sir?"She panicked and hastily stopped her small movements, even though they had long been exposed in Brent's eyes, "Don't do that sir, I ......""Don't be nervous." Brent stroked Hermosa's sideburns soothingly, "I'm not punishing you, I'm just trying to give myself a little boost. hermosa, you have no idea how good you look when you're consoling yourself."Brent's voice held an unmistakable note of obsession.Did she ...... look good when she was masturbating?Hermosa wasn't quite sure about that.She still didn't understand why Sir was making herself masturbate.But she was willing to do as she was told. Before she could respond, Brent found something else in the drawer and handed it to Hermosa, as if remembering something. she felt what appeared to be a plastic toy with an end that resembled a microphone. Her face flushed instantly."Do you like this? Or have you used it before?" Brent said something teased as if he hadn't seen her shy f
"I wouldn't do anything to hurt you, ever."Brent looked into Hermosa's eyes as he said the words.Those dark eyes were filled with nothing but lust and a heavy dose of sincerity.That sincerity was Hermosa's aphrodisiac and hallucinogen, and she would have given anything for it.So Hermosa compromised.She stood up, her long, white legs still shaking from the orgasm that had not long passed.The height of the rope must have been calculated by Brent, and Hermosa had just spread her legs to straddle the rope when the first knot grinded against her swollen clit. Hermosa whimpered with pleasure as her legs went limp and the rope sank deeper into her flesh beside clit."Ahhhh!"Hermosa cried out in comfort, dripping lust dripping uncontrollably from that fleshy hole and falling onto the tiles in a crystal glistening juice."Hermosa, turn your head and look at yourself." Brent's eyes darkened and his voice was hoarse with command."Oooh ......"Hermosa was sweating, a luscious pink flush o