You fucking hate yourself. Anal sex I’m sure I bruised them. My eyes occassionally drifting to her. I groped them violently. I can’t take it. I could see she was feeling uncomfortable. I swear, right now, if I ever see her again I’m going to take her, and keep her to myself. I thought for a moment. I’m here to change all that.”
“You can’t do shit. They were wet. Oh god. My cock grew harder. When her parents went out. My closed fists found contact with her head. The world around us will disappear. She had the voice of a southern angel. I wanted to feel her insides. The skin seperated, a little. Was she a cutter? “Oh don’t be frightened baby.
