We were at the gathering spot. Not a soul about. Suddenly his rough hands open and pull down my shorts. He fondles my thighs, his hands force my legs apart, grab my breasts, he pulls me to my feet and drags me over to the pole. My wrists are bound and suspened. I am helpless. He is behind me, strong hands push my skirt up, fondle me roughly, his manhood presses into my back. Then he slides inside me, I gasp, I fight for air, my head is spinning. He takes me like a whore. No sentiments, pure animal lust. His thrusts throw me about like a puppet. it doesn't take long. I sail on the waves of passion , soon after me he also reaches petit mort. Afterwards he releases me and holds me tight, breathing into my hair. And I love him, love him, love him...
We were at the gathering spot. Not a soul about. Suddenly his rough hands open and pull down my shorts. He fondles my thighs, his hands force my legs apart, grab my breasts, he pulls me to my feet and drags me over to the pole. My wrists are bound and suspened. I am helpless. He is behind me, strong hands push my skirt up, fondle me roughly, his manhood presses into my back. Then he slides inside me, I gasp, I fight for air, my head is spinning. He takes me like a whore. No sentiments, pure animal lust. His thrusts throw me about like a puppet. it doesn't take long. I sail on the waves of passion , soon after me he also reaches petit mort. Afterwards he releases me and holds me tight, breathing into my hair. And I love him, love him, love him...
Scarmon reads the entry and his body temperature rises again as he relives taking her. His eyes flare and dance as he reads her last entry, a wider peek into the soul of his perfect girl...
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