"You wanted me to be more aggressive? Did you not?"I nodded, shaking a little, "How did you know?"He pulls out my diary from his back pocket and tosse... it onto the bed."Take them off." He demands, closing the bedroom door.I slip the dress down slowly and seductively, slighty revealing my body inch-by-inch. I loved teasing him."You've been quite the little tease haven't you? We'll have to fix that."The harshness of the words both struck me and turned me on. I try to sound innocent,. But… What if being continually degraded is not okay with her? What if there is gut-deep resentment over her sexual exploitation that turns her love into revulsion? How does a woman feel about a husband who can only make love to her after she’s gagged on God-knows-who’s cock and had her vagina creamed into by some faceless guy or group of guys with questionable hygiene and worse breath? Returning to the bridge geometry metaphor, such ego grinding resentments are tension forces that if not. He had wanted to tear the vicious little animal attacking his wife to pieces, but it was now she who was attacking. She had pushed the dwarf back to the bed, still holding his face tightly between her crotch and sat full down on it with her squirming buttocks. She was straddling the whipping tongue, grinding his head back down into the mattress until it was only half visible, his hair protruding bushily from between her full thighs, his legs kicking back toward the edge of the bed to catch his. He looks me in the eyes and kisses me deeply and reaches to one of my nipples and gives it a gentle pinch. "OHH!" I let out involuntary moan into Zac's mouth. My little pink nipples are very sensitive and sends a shiver right down to my pussy. Zac likes the reaction he got from the simple little pinch of my nipple he did it again except harder. This time I let out a high pinch moan and my body involuntarily pressed against his which causes his hard on to be pressed firmly in between us for a.