“Please Brian, don’t! Don’t cum in me! Please get it out!” I push against him grinding my cunt to meet invading cock.“Why? You let them cum ...n you? Am I not good enough for you? Is that it? You don’t want me to cum in you because I’m not good enough?” he finally responds, sounding furious as he starts to slam his cock into me as if trying to get deeper yet. “You deserve this. You want all my sperm deep inside you. I am going to fill your womb with it. I’m going to mark you with it. You’ll love. She didn’t even see the key; she stepped on it. Still barefoot, she squeaked at the sudden stinging pain.Collecting it, Kelsea returned to Tara, who was kneeling in a ditch beside the road. To the relief of both girls, the key fit, and Tara was free. They began walking.?Kelsea??She looked at her friend. Seeing her freed of the restraints brought a wave of warmth to Kelsea’s heart. ?What is it????What happened? Tonight, I mean. How did that happen? Why did he let us go? Why didn’t he????Kill. And when the pleasure arrived, I was learning to let go of the pain ... to surrender to it ... which made the pleasure all the more intense.I had already experienced pain at the hands of Renaud – in the upstairs bar when he pinched my nipples to make me scream – but at that point I had not associated pain with pleasure. I endured the pain simply to please Him – the nipple squeeze was pain ... the anal sex was pain ... and I’d do it for him because I was in love.In hindsight (amazing how that’s. Like a c***d with a new toy, her spellbound fingers struggled to circle the huge tip, to explore the ridge between weighty shaft and engorged head.When she raised her head to look up, Orlando kissed her and she kissed him, not a kiss of passion but of acceptance and affection. Then the kiss changed, her mouth softened and her tongue took on a life of its own, a fierceness he didn’t expect. Sinking a hand under her hair, he clutched it in his fist, pulling her mouth tighter to his.As she.