“Fuck me…I’m cumming,” he grunted. Porn #
With a jerk of ferocious strength, Gayle was pulled onto the ground. “I’d stop that if I were you. Shameful, dirty thought that she tried to put out of her head. Gayle began to purse her lips, trembling as she slowly opened her mouth. “W-why are you–!”
“You want me to smack you again?” her violator growled. She was 42, still on the pill each night and devoid of regular sex with her husband. The watch read 11:43. “Ready for it, bitch? He took the opportunity to slide her other leg onto his shoulder, fucking her sideways. Her heart rate was through the roof. She felt the taste of his pre-cum ooze into her mouth and onto her tongue. “W-why are you–!”
“You want me to smack you again?” her violator growled. Gently, he stroked her cheek, nearly petting her like how one would calm a scared dog. The man laughed. Above it, the row of picture frames inhabited by snapshots taken over the last eighteen-plus years stood like a row of silver sentinels.
