Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. Ari's phone started to wake her out of her just fucked slumber. She was groggy and knew that eventually she had to make it home for the night. Her new relationship was not at the point where she felt she could spend the night there.
"What the fuck is going on" raced through her head. She fell asleep with James right next to her. The room was a mess. Who was this person on top of her hard dick in hand inserting it into her dry but sore pussy? Where was James? She tried to scream but as she opened her mouth he shoved a bandana in her mouth to shut her up. She thought she heard the masked man say 'no talking'. Her arms and legs were tied down to the bed and all traces of James were missing. Her once calm state was not in a stage of panic.
As he kept poking his dick at her pussy, she couldn't help but think it did feel good, but couldn't help thinking where James is. He wasn't into this. This was wrong. She tried fighting him off with all her might, but she was somehow all tied up now. This masked person had taken all the precautions to ensure that he could take her and she could not fight him back.
The masked figure was getting more and more impatient with her uncooperative pussy so he just slammed it in her. Ari let out a small shriek, but that did not stop him. She still was trying to fight him off, but he did not pay any attention to this. He just went in and out deeper and harder while he thrust into her. There was not a chance that he was giving up. Slowly he could feel that once dry pussy was slowly becoming wet. He needed her walls to adjust to his penis and it was not happening fast enough for him Back and forth harder and harder he rammed into her. Ari's shrieks quickly turned into moans. She was still confused as to what was happening but couldn't help thinking how good this felt. The harder he fucked her, the deeper she wanted him to go inside of her. She stopped fighting him and allowed him to pleasure her. Since she was tied down nowhere to go or anything to move her moans got louder and louder, but they too were muffled by the bandana in her mouth.
Ali went from fighting, to laying there, now to matching his tempo. She moved with is thrust not against it. There was no use fighting and no use just lying there. She was enjoying this as much as he was.