Chapter 22 by olly

What's next?

Emma realizes it's maybe you her

It's your smell that gives you away. When you've been fucking Emma long enough to work up a sweat through your black clothing she catches a whiff of your familiar odor. Then she thinks of the size of the dick penetrating her - what is the likelihood that a **** would be so well hung. "It's got to be you," Emma thinks as relief washes over her. "I'm like 90% sure that it's John." She doesn't want to think about the other 10%.

Emma doesn't give in that she suspects that it's you. The only tell might be that her pussy begins to get wet. But she doesn't stop fighting back. She does stop yelling, but instead she begs and pleads with complete realistic desperation. She tells you her boyfriend will be home soon, but if you finish quickly and leave nobody will never need to know what happened.

You slap her body hard, as if to say, "I will leave my mark of you so you cannot keep this a secret even if you wanted."

You grab Emma by the next with both hands and squeeze. Her body goes limp as she struggles to breath. You hands will leave marks on her neck that will necessitate Emma wearing scarves and turtlenecks for the next week. Her face is turning purple. The world begins to swim around Emma as she gets dizzy, but there's no mistaking the sound and feel of your orgasm. You shoot a seemingly endless about of cum into your victim's cunt and only once you are done do you release your grasp around Emma and allow her to breathe again.