Slurping. She worshiped my girl-dick.My pussy clenched. The pressure swelled and swelled in my ovaries. I bit my lip. I threw my head back, my boobs b...uncing before me. She worked that naughty mouth up and down my futa-cock with hunger. She bobbed her head, sucking when she slid up.The pressure built and built and built in my ovaries. I rose towards that moment of eruption. That point when I would bathe her mouth in my cum. Her back flexed as she moved, rippling those angel wings.“You’re no. Have your revenge. And end this all. So, you can finally be mine," he snarled.He yanked hard and turned her to face him, capturing her mouth, frustrated, angry, helpless. His lips smashed against her, bruising, biting, yanking, until they drew blood. "Because believe me, you are mine." Please," she whispered. "Someone might see us -"The moon shifted out from behind the trees, almost as if putting their tangled bodies under a spotlight. His mouth twisted into a snarl, as he spotted her arm.. Can I ever go back home, face Mommy again, after what Ijust saw? he asked himself. I don't know... she'll look in my face and see that something's wrong and she'll guess what it is, and then... what? Will things still be the same for us... will we be able to go on like we did last night, like early this morning... oh, I don't know, I don't know anything, why did this have to happen, why, why, why?His sobs increased for a time as he poured out his torment, dimly aware that Cindy was talking to. Marie was impressed, though she hadn’t been quite sure about the rush. But he was as he had claimed: quiet, respectful, easy to get along with. In fact, she rarely saw The night that Colin had finally settled in, Marie received a note under her door. It was a Friday night, and she had gotten home late. She set her glass of water down and reached for it. It read: Making breakfast. It was signed with the letter C. She stared at it for a few moments, as though another message would reveal itself.