As I approach her from behind my hands fall to her hips, feeling her womanly curves. As I press my body into hers, trapping her against the counter, m... right hand moves to her shoulder and brushes the hair away from her neck.”What are you doing? I’m trying to make dinner.”“Shhh, don’t talk,” I whisper.I press my face into her neck, just below her ear, and breathe in her heavenly scent. It fills my nostrils and makes my heart beat even faster. My hands go to her waist, then slowly glide up her. “See, slut? This is why we don’t misbehave. Misbehaving sluts get crucified and even die, understand?” “YES! OH GOD PLEASE STOP!! YOU’LL KILL ME!!!” she wails, more tears forming involuntarily with the onslaught of crushing agony. Dark-skin cradles her pert buttocks, keeping the weight off of her bleeding arms as he rubs the bulbous head of his prick against her clit. “Uuhhh.” Her tied ankles force her legs to wrap snugly around her muscle-rippling rapist.She swoons at last, the pain. I mean I've kind of wanted to and all. Just hasn't happened yet." Be right back, don't leave."So, I stand there, rather uncomfortable, knowing that I am interrupting their privacy, when she comes back and says, "Todd thinks it would be great. We've got protection and everything. He was real gentle our first time. Oh, come on in the den," and she leads me in the next room where her boyfriend, Todd, is sitting on the couch.I seem to remember him from the eighth grade last year, he was a year. John is watching us and stroking himself. Joan keeps looking at him and his hand on his cock. After we’ve all had two orgasms (Joan’s had three), we all three line up on the bed and I say, ‘Okay, stud, get over here and fill some holes.’ John crawls up on the bed behind us with a condom on and slips into Mandi’s cunt. He’s never gone without a condom with Mandi since we don’t know what she’s up to the other 51 weeks of the year. He begins to fuck her hard, slips his thumb into her ass, and.