She kissed away my tears as they ran down my sun drenched face, adorned by a red imprint of her hand. A tight fist full of hair pulled my head back a little more, pulled me closer to her lips so she could lick my cheeks and whisper in my ear.
"Are you sure this is what you want, slut? I can be mean, I warned you. Did you know how mean? Did you consider how much I might hurt you?"
I had no words for her, I simply shook my head as well as I could with my skull completely in her control.
I didn't know.
I did know.
Her free hand made it's way to my cunt and without preface she plunged three, harsh fingers into what had become a dripping mess.
Laughing, "I guess it doesn't matter what you thought might happen. Here's the evidence it's what you want."
With a sharp tug to tighten her grip on my head, she pulled it back a little more and pushed and pushed her hand into my hole, my legs instinctively spreading apart a bit more, my ass pushing up as she fucked and fucked me, savagely splitting me apart. And laughed.
Laughed at my transparent and desperate need to be used.
For G
Wednesday, July 4, 2007
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8 comments:
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm oh yes, you do need to be used, and used, and used.
e
tell us how, let us watch your desires as you flow with them, gush with them, exquisitely squirming.
I'm learning that my need is crossing a gender line I didn't think it would.
I my head, anyway.
Eve
oh Eve you naughty girl.
that was delicious.
tease.
You inspire me.
oh my! very nice....*pant..pant**
Pixie, thanks for stopping by. It's always nice to know what's in my head can turn someone else on, too.
Eve
well i am glad to inspire.
*smile*
A desperate need to be used....i have that too...
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