Then, after a gut wrenching few moments, he shifted on the bed, pulled his fingers out and soon his head was between my legs; his tongue probing my clitoris and entering my slit ravenously. I loved him. I lay there in silence; darkness, waiting for him to come into my room again. I let my head rest on his shoulder; I was too weak to fight anymore. The door then closed behind him again, and then nothing but breathing; heavy breathing. He began to moan and crumble beneath the weight of holding me up. I loved him. I even contemplated on how quick I could run downstairs and grab the phone, dial 999 and hang up before he caught me. He didn’t say a word; he just covered my mouth and carried on ramming into me fiercely. I’m going to cum in your mouth, your arse, your face, your chest, your back, but now, your pussy, and you’re going to fucking love it.”
I listened to him, but I wasn’t really paying attention, as I was too focused on my own pain.
