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Need an accomplice? How about a wing woman? I have a phone friend who needed my expert help this week. Setting up a little kidnapping fantasy, we took the love of his life and gave her a week of the unknown.

 
It was 2 am when we broke into the house. Dark, we followed the night light to the last bedroom on the left. She was sleeping alone, and naked. I had to place my hand on his chest for a moment while I watched her breathe. That olive-toned skin rising and falling, her long legs tangling in the sheets. She was perfection all rolled up in one sleeping Princess. Being an accomplice gets me wet.
 

Should the accomplice take her first or the kidnapper?

 
With masks on, we snuck up on her, grabbing her arms and pulling them out. We both tied them down while she squirmed and begged for us to not hurt her. Neither one of us planned on hurting her. We wanted to cause intense pleasure while she feared who we were. The scent coming off her body was a clear sign that she was wet and juicy. I love dick, but the scent of a woman drives me insane.
 
I tied her down so he could devour that pussy. Now, remember, she didn’t know who we were, and she never allowed her boyfriend to go down on her. Forcing those legs open wide, his tongue went to the gushy hole and began to eat her. She screams no, but her hips went up and she was riding this “stranger’s” face. Did she love an accomplice rape fantasy, or was she afraid of her overpowering scent and juices? Both were intoxicating.
 
As an accomplice, I was to help, with I couldn’t sit there and watch. Well, I could, but I would be doing it while sitting on her face.
accomplice