” His smile widened, the white of his teeth shocking against his olive complexion. He turned his gaze back to the stove, scooping the cooked eggs t... the side to make way for the soupy yolk. A few strands of hair dangled over his forehead. A seventeen year old kid, cooking her a snack in her apartment the day after he seemed like he was trying to create a ‘moment’ between them. Yeah. Real innocent. The echo of his hands still burning on her hips from the day before, she dropped her palm on. He pulled partly out, repositioned my legs more widely, and slowly and steadily pressed back in.“Oh, fuck!” I said. “Oh, fuck.”He bottomed out again, pulled back once more and then plunged in once again.What I felt was indescribable. It was pain, but of a kind that somehow blended into ecstatic pleasure. I was flooded with a feeling of lust. I reached behind him, gripped his buttocks in my hands and when he pushed inside once more pulled him hard against me, trying to get his cock in deeper. Because of my arm I had to bring things out one at a time. She poured us tea from the pot as I put down honey and then fetched the fresh eggy cakes, wrapped in paper, just like I’ve had in Chinese bakeries. As I was walking back she asked, “Do you want honey in your tea Mr. Carlo?” Her voice had an awkward cadence as if it still took a split second to think about how to say something. Still, it was her fourth or fifth best language according to her daughter and better than my second best. "I'll give you whatever you want. Just don't hurt me." You'll give me what, bitch?" I'll... I'll suck your penis. I'll let you fuck me if you want. Please don't hurt me." And what else, bitch?" What... what do you want?" What else do you have?" Oh," she said quietly. "Yes, I'll let you fuck my ass too, if you won't hurt me." Oh, yeah?" I said suspiciously. "Let's see what you got."I pushed her backward toward the bed, then ripped my clothes off and let them land on the floor. I jumped on the.