Ria plays soccer

“Wh… what’s happening?” asked Ria eventually, suspecting something was amiss due to the length of time taken from being secured to the bedframe to being molested.

Bradley, struck dumb with excitement, felt as if he was having an out of body experience as he reached out and gently stroked Ria’s thigh. This was the first time he had actually touched her in the flesh. He felt himself shiver, this alone being more than he ever expected to achieve. Steadying himself, he pulled from his little bag a packet of condoms and started latexing himself up, partly out of respect for Ria, but partly, in some dim corner of his mind, he thought that leaving such blatant DNA inside her might be enough to convict him for something bad. He stood at the foot of the bed and tried to work out what to do. He only really wanted missionary from her, but with her legs strapped wide apart with the furry handcuffs, this seemed awkward somehow. He wanted to feel her thighs around him as he entered her. He looked around and saw a small golden key beside the immobile burglar and bent down to pick it up.

Bradley felt like a hero as he unlocked the restraints at Ria’s ankles, but was prudent enough to leave the cuffs at her wrists in place.

“Hey. What’s going on?” asked Ria, blindfolded. Bradley did not answer. He picked up Ria’s right foot and stuck the toes in his mouth. Ria didn’t say anything. He sucked her toes. Still she was silent.

Ria had suspected something was wrong from the start. The atmosphere was different. He wasn’t as confident, wasn’t taking what he wanted easily. She didn’t like this at all. It was like it was a different guy. She needed to know what was happening.

Bradley looked up her torso at her gorgeous physique, her beautiful pussy that he had seen on his laptop on so many lonely nights, her modest breasts. Suddenly he wanted it all. He carefully put her foot down and from between her legs began crawling up her. He could feel her shiver in anticipation. He was going to make sure she enjoyed this!

When he was properly in position, just ready to lower his undercarriage to the beautiful pussy of his dreams, he let out an involuntary gasp “Oh Roxy”.

On hearing her old camming nickname, she knew exactly what was happening. This wasn’t some rough-handed burglar. This was that creep. She had no idea how he had found her but she even recognized his repulsive reedy voice from face-to-face sessions on the camsites. She could not stomach this on top of everything else that was going on, and almost without conscious thought, she struck back at him! She suddenly shifted and struck like a snake. Her hips thrust up quickly, knocking him off balance. She followed this up with a sort of soccer bicycle kick which connected even without her seeing it with the bridge of Bradley’s nose causing a loud crack. Bradley went flying off the edge of the bed, blinded by pain, and struck his head hard on the bedside table. Instantly he was beside the burglar in a similar heap, and equally ****.