She climbed up my body and position her self over me completely naked, we were face to face and she just said "hi" and began to kiss me and i went wit... it, she was grinding in to me and i could feel that she was really wet and i just let my instincts take over after all she had just blown me there was no going back now i might as well get more.I rolled her over on to her back as we kissed and reached down rubbing at her wet clit before pushing two finger inside as she began to lowly moan with. .. ohhh... don't, don't hurt me, Lover... please... ?" she choked brokenly.But he hardly heard her guttural, animalistic plea and ignoringly plunged harder and deeper in his mounting passion screwing his leanly driving pelvis tighter into her soft, responsive cunt, grinding the flaccidly cringing flesh sadistically with his excitedly working fingers. Then to his surprise, with a low passionate groan coming from deep in her chest, she began to arch her hips up to him, meeting his brutal lunges. She started to cry."I know you don't like me but I'm so tired. I just need to sleep and I can't. Alcohol, sleeping pills and nothing works! I've tried everything!"I opened my mouth to speak and nothing came out. It was true, we were like oil and water but she had been different since he died.She continued. "I'm sorry! I shouldn't have said anything. I guess I'm just a stupid bitch." You're not stupid," I quickly shot out regretting that it sounded like I thought she was a bitch.She laughed and. I wasn't long enough inside and I felt bruised and battered, not aroused at all. I felt no pleasure, believe me, even after the sharp burning of his first penetration had faded. Perhaps my pussy grew slick with natural lubricant, I couldn't know, but any betrayal of my body wouldn't be my fault. I wasn't going to orgasm, not even close, and my mind didn't wander to anything but self-pity.He'd rolled my ass off the bed, bending my body nearly vertical, and his balls slapped my butt with a damp,.