One that said ‘I can turn a faggot straight’. Her lipstick was smeared in both corners of her mouth, and her heavy eye makeup looked even heavier ...ow as it started to smudge. She looked like a healthy corpse. I was smitten, in the least. She stood up and gave me a shove, sending me down onto the warm place on the mattress where her ass had just been. ‘Lay back, Curt’, she ordered. At this point, I saw what was coming. She was going to top me, ride my dick and make me come without me working up. “Stop. Let’s talk. Please?” As she ran, she wondered if her woodland guardians would protect her so far from her planet. Just in case, she began to pray. The root of a tree made her stumble, and she ended up with a mouth full of grass and dirt. Her hands and knees felt raw, but she scrambled back up quickly. There was a thick branch by her hand as she stood, and she grabbed it. The demon-angel was big, but he’d go down easily enough with one good whack to the head. She stopped when she reached. It was delicious. He was so big that I truly felt impaled by him. He was taller than me so I was almost lifted on to my toes as he began the slowly thrust in and out of me. From his angle his long tuber was rubbing against my soapy clit on both the in-thrust and the out-pull, and I was in heaven. I'd never had an experience like this with a man before. I'd always been disgusted by the men I'd had sex with before. I'd always picked them just because they were disgusting, at least to look at. But. The next line in her journal was underlined as if to emphasise the fact.“Shocked and astounded at Steve's next demand”“Take one leg out of your trousers put your leg up on the boxes and pull your panties aside Fiona”“I looked at Steve almost pleading with my eyes but again his cold hard glare told me I was wasting my time I had no other choice but to expose myself for him”Once her leg was free from the left side of her suit trousers she lifted her leg onto the top box almost putting her in a.