Mind fucking Hayden Panettiere - Sex Stories

Mind fucking Hayden Panettiere

... mouth. She tried to pull away, to get away, but he wouldn’t let her go, and so she was f***ed to continue to just let him spray and spray more and more cum into her mouth. There was no way she was going to swallow. Her eyes were filled with tears, but her mouth was filling with his cum, and it started to spill out of the corners of her mouth, slide down her chin, along her neck and throat, and onto her breasts. She just wanted him to stop. She wanted to clean him off of her body and out of her mouth, but she knew he wouldn’t be satisfied with just a blowjob. He let go of her head and let her pull her head up. She coughed and gagged trying to catch her breath, letting more of his seed spill out of her mouth and down onto her breasts as she did so. “Not the best blowjob you’ve ever given me, Hayden, but it’ll do. Besides, I rather enjoy watching my cum fall down on your tits” he grinned as he stood up and pulled her to her feet. “Nooooo,” she whined softly as he tossed her down face up onto the bed. “Don’t move Hayden,” he told her as he knelt down on the floor and spread her legs apart. He reached for her panties. She could hear the fabric tear as he tore them down off of her. “Aaaahhhhhhh,” she let out a long slow scream of fear and disgust as he put his head down into her snatch and began licking her womanhood with vigor. “Uuhhhhhnnnnnnn,” she moaned, slightly enjoying the attention his tongue was giving her slot as he reached a hand up to slide under her gown and fondle ...

... her tits. “No, aaaahhhhhh, uhnnnn, I’m not suppose to like this, uuuuhhhhhhhh,” she panted as he continued to eat her out. She didn’t want to like any of this, but she certainly preferred the current activity more than the blowjob she had been f***ed to give. She could feel herself getting wet and her body temperature starting to rise. In no way did she want to even hint to him that she might be enjoying his new treatment of her. She kept her hands down at her sides, and clutched the top of the bed covers tightly, hoping that by doing so she’d focus on holding them rather than letting out another long soft moan of approval. It didn’t work, as she soon gave in and moaned with a reluctant degree of approval, “Uuuuuhhhhnnnnnnn, yeeeeaaaahhhhh, aaaarrrrrrhhhhhhh, um, nooooooo.” It was all going too fast now. She couldn’t control her reactions. A part of her wanted to scream go away, while another part needed him to keep going. She clutched the covers even tighter now. “Oooooohhhhhhh, wait, uuuunnnnn, aaaahhhhhh, please,” she moaned, she pleaded, she sobbed, she surrendered. It was no use. Hayden was clutching the covers of the bed now so hard that her knuckles were turning bone white. She could even feel her fingernails pressing through the linens clenched in her fists and digging into her palms. “Ohhh, fuuuuuucccckkkkkkk,” she screamed. She wanted to keep her body motionless, but she couldn’t. No matter how hard she tried, no matter how much she hated to enjoy this, her hips were ...