His other hand pinched my nipple and I muffled a moan behind the tape. I thought that if I moved my hands around him-he’d let me finish. Sex We all are-sine we were kids. I gulped against his head, a reflex against the unknown object that granted me a grunt. It made me sick and I couldn’t stop thinking ‘What sick fuck gets turned on by rape?’ The more I thought of it, the more I convinced myself it was everything but the truth. Read 58002 times |
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Instantly, the breeze threw me off. I felt him bend down to my ear,
“Nice try.” The most quiet-controlled whisper. He looked around before grabbing some little teddy bear I had on my bed. He so carefully sat me in between his legs-his cock twitching on my spine.
