For another second, I admired how she half-turned sitting on the bed, spreading her round knees slightly apart, after which her father's handcuffs deftly fastened her hands to the bed by one of the openwork weaves.

Naturally, feeling the cold bracelets on her wrists, she opened her eyes and looked at them in amazement, and when she turned her head towards me, I grabbed her shoulders and threw her on the bed.

“Oh ...” she cried softly. The chain of handcuffs twisted, and it turned out that now she was lying on her back, pressed down by my not too heavy body to the bed, and the extended arms (I fastened them rather high) were securely held down. Her legs in sandals so popular with me were still off the bed.

My hands were on her shoulders. Running my hands, I felt the bra straps. For the first time I felt a warm female body under my palms, so far, however, only through the fabric of a blouse. Naturally, I tried to fix it right away and decided to tear off my blouse by grabbing her cuffs with my fingers, but then Inga came to her senses and began to desperately resist.

- Ah ... you are a geek, the creature is petty, fuck! Let me go, you bastard! Ay! Aaaa! She shouted violently, writhing with her whole body and jerking at the same time with her legs. The blouse cracked, a few buttons flew off of her, and she threw open, revealing thin clavicles and rounded breasts under the cups of a white bra. The sandals fell off her feet, and one of them, describing the arc, hit the window, almost breaking the glass. With a knee she painfully hit me in the side, and, twisting, elbowed her right hand into the lips, breaking them ...

- Fucking pervert! - she continued, and here I, feeling the taste of blood on the broken lips, pulled back and lightly stuck Inga Vladilenovna with his fist in the upper abdomen. Her scream was interrupted in mid-sentence, and she began, coughing, gasping for breath, stopping all resistance. I, without thinking twice, took advantage of this, and, again leaning on her, began to lift her skirt with my right hand, sliding over the smooth skin of my thigh, while I tried to pull my tights with my left. Then she began to twitch again, having recovered a little, and I decided to temper my ardor.

“She is not going anywhere, I thought, you just need to do everything more comfortably, as you planned first ...” After which, Inga again hit the solar plexus, and while she opened her eyes wide, restored her breath, grabbed her legs by the ankles and jerked them straight, at the same time putting the woman on both shoulder blades. Then he sat astride her knees, thus depriving her of her ability to kick. Feeling her warm thighs between her knees was extremely exciting. My embarrassed member was ready to tear off the thin fabric of my training pants.

I looked at the face of Inga Vladilenovna. From her eyes, black mascara spread along her cheeks, mixed with tears. The eyes looked at me with hatred. I slapped her slap in the face, then another, and she began to sob, sobbing, while I rubbed my bruised palm. Inga's left cheek reddened noticeably, and now her eyes looked at me with fear and prayer.

- Antoshenka, darling, please, what are you doing? No, Antonchik ...

“Yeah, but half a minute ago I called her uebkom and a geek,” I grinned. My voice trembled with excitement. - So, shut up and listen. I'll tie your legs now. If you try to kick me out - I'll bring ticks and toen your toenails, understand? Got it? !!!

Inga nodded convulsively.

I carefully got off her. Inga, stretched out on a bed, did not move, only her body shook sobs, and continued to watch my actions with horror. I took out from under the bed (where I had hidden before and the handcuffs) two pieces of clothesline with loops-strangles at the ends.One of the loops was thrown over the ankle of her left leg, closest to me, and the other end of the rope was tied to the extreme column of the headboard (opposite to that to which her hands were chained), while the stretched rope pulled her leg to the side. Inga instinctively pushed the right leg to hide her crotch covered in white panties from my eyes. However, with the help of the second rope I did the same operation with her free leg (without any resistance from the frightened woman) and my eyes again saw this desired picture: the hips spread wide, the skirt stretched out and the thin fabric hiding the most tender and hidden places of the body. Hiding for a while, I thought.

So, on my parent's bed in front of me lay a friend of my mother. Her wrists securely chained the shiny handcuffs to the headboard, her bare tanned legs were spread wide and slightly bent at the knees, tied to the opposite backrest. The blouse was torn - only a pair of lower buttons remained - and opened up breathing chest with small rounded tits in a white bra. The narrow skirt was high ridden up, and I could see light white panties, covering her pelvis. A beautiful face with a small nose and thin, quivering lips was smeared with mascara spread out with tears, and fear stagnated in her wide-open eyes.

I continued eagerly to examine it, at the same time deciding what to do next, and came to the conclusion that it was necessary to maximize the pleasure.

First you had to undress her. Inga was tied in such a way that it was impossible to simply take off her clothes. Therefore, I opened the bedside table at the head of the bed and took out a pair of scissors. Then he sat on the edge of the bed. Ingu began to shiver, despite the nearly thirty-degree heat. However, from lust, I myself was shaking.

I stretched out my hand, unbuckled the remaining buttons of her blouse, and opened it wider, opening the tummy with an appetizing navel and a small, barely noticeable scar that started lower than the navel and disappeared under the skirt.

- Where did you get this scar? - I asked her.

“From a cesarean section,” answered Inga Vladilenovna in a trembling voice.

I knew that she had a daughter two years older than me, and that she was divorced from her husband.

- What are you like everyone did not give birth? Didn't want to suffer?

- No ... There was a severe toxemia, a narrow pelvis, the doctors decided not to risk ...

- How old are you?

- Forty one. Antoshenka, I’m two years older than your mother, I treated you as a little, what are you doing to me?

- It is good that you did not give birth like everyone else. So your cunt is still narrow, and it will be more pleasant for me to fuck you, ”I remarked calmly, putting my hand on her stomach.

“My God ...,” Inga Vladilenovna whispered in horror, and I felt her stomach tighten.

I undid the side buttons on her skirt. Wide-legged legs prevented me from lowering the skirt, and therefore I simply cut it to the bottom with scissors, and, pulling the backside out of Inginoy, I threw it aside. Then he took up the bra: he cut the strap on the chest in front and cut the straps on his shoulders, and then threw this mutilated object of her toilet to the side.

Now her boobs with small dark nipples did not cover anything. I put the scissors aside and put both palms on her breasts, feeling soft, supple flesh. I squeezed harder and heard the convulsive Ingin sigh. Then I took the nipples with my fingers and began to twist them in different directions. Inga gasped moaned.

- Mmm ... No, no, please ...

I leaned over and took a gentle nipple in my mouth, began to squeeze it with my lips, lick my tongue; then he began to caress both nipples alternately, while squeezing Inga’s breasts with his hands - in a word, he did everything that he saw in films or read about in different instructive books. After a few seconds, I felt that the soft nipples initially hardened and swelled. I squeezed the nipples again with my fingers and began to pull at them in every possible way.

- Aaaah, oh my god ... What are you doing, Anton ... Stop ... No ... Ahaaaa ...

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