Wo to like aise kar rahi thi jaise 10-15 year se lund ni mila..Awaj nikal rahi thi ohhhh…Ummm ahhhh fuck me hard arjun, me bola randi.Abhi dekha kah... abhi to teri gand marni h phir bolana fuck me hard phir wo dar gayi boli gand ni.Me bola arey randi tune abhi gaand ka maja ni liya isliye bol rahi h ek bar legi tab ni bolegi..Bahut kahne pe wo mani…Phir wo ulti let gayi mene thoda hi lund ghusaya tha wo boli please nikalo na mene bola thoda wait karo..Abhi bich me hi nikal lenge to jyada dard. Habíamos chateado varias veces y un par de encuentros a tomar unas cañas habían despejado mis miedos sobre si sería un asesino o alguien sucio que no me gustara o cualquier otra cosa. Era solo un tío normal con afición a la dominación. Y me daba confianza. Por eso aquella tarde que sabía que estaría sola en casa le mandé un mail y le dije que quería ser su puta. Nada de largos adiestramientos ni convertirme en su esclava. Era mi primera sesión. Solo quería saber si me sentiría cómoda. ‘So horny, you’ll just loose control. You want me. You want to fuck me. You need to fuck me, to just take me. You can’t hold it back anymore.’ His hands surrounding her torso. He lifted her off of the ground, ripping her clothes off. She heard fabric tearing, a button jumped away. His hands running over her body, stroking her shoulders, her arms. Kneading her breasts. His fingers pushing deep into her flesh. Molding. Squeezing. Then unexpectedly tender he took her nipple into his mouth. His. It looked just like the blade, only with the point downwards. What could that signify? He saw himself trudging back out of the cave, a failure, coming back again and again always to be met with defeat...No. He took a deep breath, and thought, studying it. Perhaps it was a trick..."It's an inverted blade?" And what does that signify to you?"His mind raced. If it were the opposite of the blade, then what, defeat? Powerlessness? He replayed the litany of the blade in his mind; everything the.