I’d never had a “crack fuck” and neither had Ronnie. It was so hot.“Are you going to fuck me Professor, I want you to fuck me Professor. Any...here and everywhere you want.” I didn’t think I could fuck her right there, and besides I was enjoying her ass crack too much. But I wanted her to keep the thought. “Of course I’m going to fuck you, Ronnie,” I whispered in her ear. When we get to Fraser, I am going to take you. When I want. You won’t know its coming. In the bush, on the water, in. She started choking on it and tried to move my hand. With my hand touching the back of her throat I asked "did I fucking tell you to touch me"? Put yo mother fucking hands back down" and I slapped her three times. She started crying and started saying my name. I gave her some air to breathe then I stuck my hand back down there and said "don't have my name in your filthy mouth unless I ask you a question", and she whimpered, "yes madame jay" after I felt her throat had enough abuse I shoved all. “Did you hit him over his head with this hand-axe?” The officer asked as he looked at Eli holding the hatchet.“No he didn’t, officer! He threw that thing over fifty feet like a tomahawk, hitting him square in his back,” the woman said as she pointed to the young man still slumped on the sidewalk in pain.Just at that instant, there were a series of loud clicks as three news reporters took pictures of the scene on the sidewalk with hand-held cameras.“My God, Son. You could’ve killed him with that. He didn't last long. He let his fingertips play along the top of the skirt, gently tickling Rose's stomach as she danced. She pulled him tight, taking a few steps back into a darker spot, already knowing what was next. He felt her shiver against him as he let a hand drop lower, now playing along the hem. He brushed her thigh, gently pulling the light fabric up. He dragged it higher and higher with his fingers, almost threatening to expose her to anyone who happened to look. Not that the skirt.
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