Nearly a half hour later, I gave up, panting and sweaty and still pinned under his weight. Pornhat Was he betting that I was faking? His only response was to rub the huge, slippery bulb of his cockhead between the cheeks of my ass. I needed a shower. I attempted to focus on the pain – on the brutal nature of his violation of me – I tried to focus on anything except the adoring lust of his eyes and the response of my body to his stark thirst for me.
“Put your arms around me, Laurie,” he suggested again, but this time it sounded more like an order than a request.
