I strip, throwing my clothes upon the sofa in my lounge and stroll to my bedroom. She is standing by the bed – awaiting me. I turn her round roughly...and without warning viciously rake the top of her expansive back with my nails. She winces and shudders with the pain but she has to take it till I have had enough… not her, the slut. Her nipples are engorged and the odour from her moist fanny hangs heavy in the air. I notice tiny little droplets of bl**d have begun to form along the cruel. He watched her swaying butts and sighed. She had him in her grips, he realized and wondered if he had done wrong, fucking her in the first place. It was fun and he thought he had bid his time and caught her unawares then. But actually she had baited him and taken him to be hers for keeps, he realized.Her cool request that was really an order confirmed his total surrender to her and he was not sure of his own feelings, pleased or angry. Suddenly he got up and went to the window just as she. She broke the kiss first, and began to nibble and nudge at my bottom lip with her lips, and bringing her wet tongue into play. Each nibble she took upped the ante just a little, creating an additional spark that added itself to the previous spark, until there was a pleasant heated tension surrounding us. My blood was circulating now, keeping me warm, and I could feel heat radiating from Kayla, too, as I put my left arm around her waist and she turned more toward me. She pressed herself harder. "When you came in, you were covered in so much blood, we didn't see how you could still be living. Turns out most of the blood belonged to someone else." Yes, fortunately for me and unfortunately for him." I replied."How did you get so much of his blood on you?" he asked."He laid on top of me while he bled to death. Well almost to death, I think he still had a minute or two left when I rolled him off me.' I said."How awful for you," he commented."Not as awful as it was for the man who died on.