Who knew I was a sadist? The third time she was there late and alone, I began to walk toward her not knowing what I planned on saying but needing to hear if her voice was as soft as she looked so when I was at home and I was fantasizing about her laying in my bed and begging for me to fuck her, I can actually hear her voice in my head saying the actual words. Porn videos “Your such a fucking bitch, just like the rest of them. You used me!” Ignoring the look of mortification and confusion, I rain down on her face and chest with my fist. I register the shame and embarrassment in her eyes as her body betrays her and she orgasms, moaning softly in her youthful voice and shuddering from the onslaught of pleasurable sensations she is feeling, reaching the pinnacle with a wretched moan of despair. whore… and slut and.. Exhausted and thoroughly satiated, I pick her fatigued form up and drag her to the window, rejecting her requests to be let free.
