Just like Steve had done that afternoon. Just like he had done that first time in the bar, when he played with her legs under her skirt. Just like he ...ad done at the wedding, when he fingered her under her dress. Not waiting for her permission, or even asking for it. Just taking her.Jen played with a sensitive nipple while she rubbed her clit. Her mind went to one of her favorite fantasies, of a guy pushing her over a pool table, lifting her dress and fucking her while a room of guys waited. ’ ‘Ah well put that way I accept your warning. I must be aware of provoking dangerous females as well as gross males.’ She stopped and said, ‘Let’s turn back and we’ll blaze a new trail for me, turning left at the bridge. I’m most comfortable running no more than six miles and it’s a half-mile from my home to the bridge and I would prefer to avoid main traffic routes to escape excessive carbon pollution.’ As they ran through the fringe of the CBD Rosie said to show her where he would be. Carmel underneath, me, wrapped her arms round my neck and her legs around my lower back. My bare cock slid easily into her melty soft centre, her gooey toffee Carmel caramel cunt. For a second I though "I should put on a condom" but I was not going to break the spell. My hungry cock slid into her. Her fingers pressed into the flesh of my ass cheeks, insistently. I felt her power, pulling me in like magnetism to rut between her legs, pushing into her spread cunt lips. I did her bidding. She was. I own your balls, you own nothing of mine. So don’t you dare even think you can control me with sex”, and she spat into his face, and mine, and squeezed both our balls worse than ever. Our knees bucked and tears started streaming down my eyes.“Please, akka, it hurts”, I tried reasoning. “So”, was the only callous answer we got. It was clear that Janani was not going to be calmed down by anything we can do, so we patiently decided to bear the waves of pain radiating from our balls, and hoped she.