. to what? Her life had no meaning. She had been his puppet to do with as he pleased. Now who would pull the strings? Did she yearn for freedom or bec...me someone else's puppet in order to survive? For some reason she found herself sitting at her mother's writing bureau making notes of her ordeal, then over the course of time her notes became a story that became a novel. Her first novel. Her stories cleansed the hurt but they also became addictive. "As though by putting my thoughts and. She slowly strokes herself as she remembers what sexual novel she read earlier in the week with the explicit sex scenes. She touches herself and caresses her own breasts as she relaxes her body in the darkness of the bathroom. She closes her eyes and moves her hand down to feel the wetness between her legs. How she longs, she wishes it was him that could make her feel this way but it is not. She sips her moscato as she slips her own fingers inside her warm body. She moans as she forgets about. Fuck.“Aaaaaaaaaahhhh!” Ayanna actually gave a little shriek at the response. “Are you fucking kidding me? Holy shit, A, if you’re the one having this kind of reaction I can’t even imagine. Wow. I have so many questions now! Argh! Why the fuck did I promise not to ask! Curse this brain of mine, forcing me to be a good friend against my will!” She clutched at her head in comic fashion.Alaina covered her mouth and choked off a giggle before it could escalate. She was smiling now, though, a genuine. She wriggled on the rod and then felt intense pain, as if the member was a knife slicing her into two. The Cupid grunted and then shuddered, pushing into her as deep as he could. Lori screamed and suddenly the pain became blissful pleasure as she came for a third time. She arched her back trying to f***e her clitty tight against the pulsing rod. Lori felt her uterus contact with spasms and the Cupid’s large dick bump into her cervix as it released its final rope of cum deep into her new womb..