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With some effort, Molly pulled her arm free from under Smith’s back. She managed to pull herself up to her elbows, a bit surprised that Smith let her head raise off his hand without pulling her back down. Then she slowly slid her leg out from under Smith’s, his cock rising a little in response to the friction of her skin against his as she pulled free. Molly turned until she was on her elbows, then shakily got to all fours. She was disoriented, but only knew she had to get away. On her first attempt at crawling, Molly went face down on the carpet before torturously climbing back to hands and knees to try again. Slowly she began to inch away from the animal lying next to her.
Smith watched silently as Molly began crawling away. She looked like a newborn foal, her elbows shaking to hold her up and her legs dragging forward as if made of cement. He let her crawl, making no effort to stop her. At this rate, it would take her an hour just to get to the front door twelve feet away, but as it was Molly had turned the wrong way in her confusion and was heading deeper into the house toward the kitchen. Smith sat up on his elbow and studied her as she trudged forward, his resting cock growing more and more aroused with each passing second. Molly’s hair hung loosely over her face and her breasts hung down but maintained their shape nicely, which Smith’s cock took appreciative notice. Her back was rubbed slightly pink from the carpet and her ass cheeks had the slight imprint of the carpet’s pattern pressed into them.
As Molly passed the curio shelf, Smith caught sight of the carved wood clock, which read “9:28”. He was surprised to realize that the entire attack had taken only 32 minutes. It felt as if he had been there for three hours. Smith sat up on the carpet watching her, and then slowly got to his feet. He stretched his body and took a deep breath. Along with the satisfaction of conquest, the Viagra filled Smith with sexual hunger once more and he stood for a moment reveling in his lust. He caught sight of himself in the hall mirror and was surprised to see his cock standing fully erect. He stared at his naked body in the mirror for a moment, admiring his own physique and the thick frosting of body fluids coating his cock. He flexed in the mirror and posed suggestively, letting his cock reach for the sky while simultaneously allowing gravity cause it to hang ominously. He turned his attention back to the broken housewife attempting to escape.
Smith strolled casually toward Molly and looked down at her making slow progress up the hallway. He went to his knees next to her and turned to her, his cock slipping under her and pinning itself to her belly. Smith cupped his hands over Molly’s shoulders and ran them slowly over her upper arms and then back to the shoulders. His hands slid over her underarms, down her sturdy rib cage and then along the curve of her waist. Smith reached his left hand under her chest and cupped Molly’s left breast firmly, letting its weight rest in his palm. With his right hand, Smith slowly rubbed Molly from the back of her right knee, up the back of her thigh, over her ass with a pause for one or two light squeezes, up the curve of her back and finally around the back of her neck. Then his hand came slowly down the left side of Molly’s back until ending up with a handful of her left butt cheek. He repeated this process a few times while kneading her tit hungrily and rubbing his cock against her firm but soft belly.
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