I could feel my arousal sliding down my thighs. I made a soft helpless sound, trapped between my pain and my desire. Unable to decide.I didn't have to... He chose for me. With a roar of masculine need he pulled back a fraction, grazing his cock against the sensitive wall of my arse, then he shoved down with his hips with a ferocity that overwhelmed me. His cock speared deep into my arse. It felt like his arm and not his cock was fucking me. My hole was so narrow, so tight, that his cock was. Why me, those fucking friends of mine had injected drugs lots of times, but me- one needle and that's me screwed - end of! I hate me! Head still bloody throbbing and racked with guilt at my fucking selfish actions the night before which have probably ruined several other poor bastards' lives I went back to our shitty little bedsit. I needed to clear my head, so put on my cycling clothes and pedalled madly out of the sodding town. The frantic pedalling made my feel good, I pedalled harder. She have a very fair skin tone which is arousing to person seeing her and first time I saw her she is like a racing horse or a dream tight women that I ever wanted to bang.Now coming to the story when I uploaded my first story ‘fucked a bitch named Cynthia’ I got a mail from a stranger appreciating my story and I replied thank you. Then she used to reply me every time I upload a story then we started to talk regularly through the Gmail but she never mentioned about her; where she lives or. As a final gesture of confidence, he even loosened the bond on Suzi’s right wrist, so he would have enough time to get away before she was free. As he left, Suzi took the opportunity to twist and turn her body, to try and stretch her tired and taut muscles, sore from fighting against her restraints, sore from being held so firmly, and sore from so much sex.Suzi waited a few minutes, and then struggled to free herself. As she turned too and fro to work herself free, a casual observer would.