” you feebly mumbled.“What?” I demanded.“Please let me sleep. I’m so tired. I’ll do anything. Just ... please ...”I lifted your head off...the concrete and shoved, watching your head bounce off the floor. “Those are not the words I’ve given you permission to use.”“Please .. just do it. Rape my ass and let me sleep.”I moved down your body, knelt down to straddle you, and lined my dick up with your asshole, pushing just a little. “Ask again, you worthless slut.”“Please rape my ass,” you said with. We were coming to the restrooms on the backside of the jogging path and I told her, “I need to stop here for just a minute.”“I do too. Wait for me, Lucien. I feel so much better, and I feel like running instead of jogging.”I knew that now is the best time to really bear down on her physical changes, while she’s in the restroom. I could hardly wait until she comes back.I was leaning against a tree a few feet from the door when she came out laughing. I knew what had happened, but I never thought. "You should get credit for helping me write thesesongs."That brightened her day a lot, if the smile that spread across her facewas any indication."I'll talk to my dad," I told her. "But I bet you should even get someof the money the songs make."She looked surprised at that information. "You mean it?" she asked. "I mean, we were only writing it for fun." You're right. But you still helped, and you deserve the credit," I toldher. "I'm sure my dad would agree. But, did you come up with a nameyet?". I want you now.’ His mouth never left hers for a moment and she could feel the words traveling through her to settle between her legs. There they began to swell and fill her before breaking apart into a thousand droplets of desire. ‘I know. I want you, too.’ His second hand under her blouse, she could feel the tightness as he squeezed both nipples, alternating between soft and hard pinches. With each tightened breath, she felt herself closer to swooning into his arms. She began to grind her.