Then the roaring in my ears became unbearable as my orgasm peaked and I sank into the darkness. I looked down at what I had put on last night, a cotton superman tanktop and matching underwear. Sex vedio With my recently rented bungalow now matchsticks and my fancy new job in limbo, thinking of my mother fit right in with my melancholy mood. I slowly realized he was laying on top of me. “Let me go you son of a bitch!” I grated out. I had loved my mother, but dying of cancer just before my senior year of high school kinda screwed me up a bit. You want to hurt me? I barely remember getting home and taking a shower then climbing into an outfit still left in my room, then into bed. Hard. I pulled the tanktop over my head and released my breasts. He began fingering me roughly and I was surprised how wet I was. You want to hurt me? Right here where you are hate-fucking your daughter.” I could see the anger on his face. When I stood, I knew the front always looked a little poochy, because they had been made to hold boy parts, but I always pulled them up high and tight on my hips.
