InfernalRestraints - Molly and the Anvil

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Okay, so I been watching her at night, watching the gold light of her window streaming into darkness, and the shadows that crawl along the roofline. But she was the one that come on to me, all prettified in that brief little dress showing her baps plump and puffy and hard, the yank of that tastey booty leaving a trail of puss so thick, a man gets lost in a fog, can't keep his mind where it belongs. She was the Demon clad like a whore. She might of looked like the girl next door, but she weren't nothing but a whore. And last night, she stood smack in front of the window, elevating her slip over her head. Her fingers, those fine, delicate stems, unhooked her bra. The straps glided down slow, like a desire you been drinking and just like that, you're falling down drunk, you're whiskey sightless with how you can Witness her in your head, her cunt, her scorching pussy, nipples, silhouette of the moon. She plays with her nipples, her bra-stuffers white, half-shadowed. Her bod writhes. That girl's fire in the mouth, a dual glug of milky lightening plumbing like a fap hit on the back of your skull. Temptation. You got to kill it, got to put it away somewhere's so it don't get you. See, I'm a God‹fearing man. So it had to be done. And like I said, she come on to me. She stood naked, pressing her baps and puss right against that window, and I witnessed her like a steam, like a mist flowing out into the night. And her eyes immobile on mine, those dark Demon eyes. I got her in the car easy. Whore's are like that, thinking they got a man all weak-kneed and insane for what they got inbetween the legs, that smooth cavity, that white-hot puss that deep-throats a man in and don't let go. She thought she was working me. I shivered cause I witnessed elder man Demon a-staring out at me from those eyes so youthful and dark-skinned and plump and wet. My palm shook when I lit her cigarette. But she was cold, like a sheet of ice, frozen, cold-blooded like a snake. "What's that for?" she asked, witnessing the knob palette, the rope, the plastic wrap. "Delivery," I said, slowing the car down. I was driving the back brim of the coal yards. Nobody around. She didn't blink. Not once. Reached over and unbuttoned me sans so much of a satiate and thank you. She grabbed my cock. Demon had a-hold of me, getting me rigid and immense and screwing up into my eyes. I shoved her down. I trussed her tight, her elbows near fondling in back. She made a little chirpy sound or two, but I wedged her mouth. I adorned those eyes fast. Demon will catch you in a spell quicker than you can blink. And I got to grasping her baps and tender ass. She wiggled, squirmed. She was like peaches and plums, like you could submerge in your teeth and juice would cascade down your chin. Her flesh was silk, like nothing I ever caressed before, like something so fine you can't help but pack your hands, squash and squeeze, fondle. I jammed her into a ball and packaged her cock-squeezing to the palette. I drove over to the garage. By that time she was making a shitty fuss. Jiggly little whore, I said, whispery and tender while I pricked her puffies with the apex of my knife. Demon girl. Cunt. My knife was searching for the devil, drawn like a magnet to her dark, raw cunt, scent of girl, smoky-sweet, salty, blunt. I got her on her soles and wired her, opened up over the anvil. When the devil's in a girl, you got to use sensational tools, metal, wire, super hot shavings from the grinder. You got to gauze her gullet and eyes, gauze her slit shut. You get her dancing, punctured on the treat of a thrust broom. She cried. Yes she did. Because I was doing my best to help that skimpy girl, using strap and metal to drive the Demon out. I flagellated her with wire. I hit her bra-stuffers red, her slit rosy and striped, her plump soft, booty marked with super hot bright lines. I flagellated her rigid enough to hit the Demon back. Tonight her window is dark. I observe shadows crawl along the roofline. I devise her trussed and locked in a glass case in the lower room. That's where she belongs. I take another hit of milky lightening. It's a fire in my gullet and eyes. But she's a mist, a bleached fog that passes thru my mind. Even now, I hear her cries. Seduction hammers my temples like a gong, the bleary longing of my mind. And the empty sky, deep low groan of the devil, rumbling night, dark blackened sky.