Trisha is sitting down on the couch with her legs crossed on the seat, as she laughs watching TV. Startled when she hears what seems to be the sound of someone trying to open the front door. Cautiously she gets up from the couch, her body covered in goosebumps and riddled with fear. She breathes heavily as she approaches the door seeing the handle turning back and forth.
"Please Sir Noooo, stop!" Trisha says as she creeps to the door, seeing a man in a black ski mask, pushing the door open and knocking her back. The intruder puts his hand over her mouth and pushes her to the couch. Within the struggle, he rips her tank top off and exposing her supple 34B breasts. Tearing her shorts with her panties off and stuffing her wet thong in her mouth to muffle the screams.
"You're liking this aren't you, fucking slut?" The intruder says, as he snickers and slaps her tits, watching her nipples harden after her beautiful breasts stop jiggling. He latches onto her nipple one at a time and suckles like a baby. Trisha's eyes are large and bulging with fear as she shakes and trembles. The tears come to her eyes as she's unable to speak, watching her nipples being drawn into his hungry mouth.
"Ppplleasseee stop Sir ppleeaseee!" Trisha mumbles, she cannot help the fact she's soo fucking turned on by this sudden act of force and rough sex.
Her pussy was so wet, the juices start seeping from her tightly closed slit. Her stomach feeling queasy as she's overcome with fear and pleasure. Her throbbing clitoris begging to be touched as she spits the saliva soaked thong out of her mouth.
"I don't want to do this, you have to stop," Trisha says, as she tilts her head to the side looking at her wedding photo encased in a silver frame. Tears now streaming down her beautiful face as she gasps when his callused finger rubs over her little nubbin. Her legs instantly spreading wider, revealing her bald-shaven pussy.
"Someone's starting to like this, aren't you married slut?" The intruder says as he pinches her pulsing clit between his two fingers, making her squeal. He watches her shake in fear and pleasure as she refuses to look at him. Her crying gets louder as he grabs her jaws and slaps her face. He forces her to look at him.
"That fucking hurt, you piece of shit please just let me go. I won't call the police if you just go," Trisha pleads with the man who is determined to have his way with her. She wiggles and thrusts her hips against the man's fingers, trying to get free. She bites his finger as it gets close to her mouth to muffle her screams.
"You fucking cunt, this is going to happen so just enjoy it!" The intruder screams at her as he slaps her face. He shakes his hand from the sting as he watches her face turn red and the handprint appear. He wraps his hand tightly around her throat and squeezes, just hard enough to evoke fear. He slips two fingers into her tight little love hole and pushes in and out.
"You're such a hot little slut, I'm going to give you an out. Just tell me honestly you don't like this and you want me to go and I'm gone," The intruder says after he snaps a picture of them both with his cell phone. Then another pic of him suckling on her breast and yet another of his two fingers deep in her love tunnel. Letting his grip on her neck loosen up so she can breathe.