As I kissed her again, I held her by the back of her neck to hold her in the kiss while my other hand guided my still rigid member into her pussy. Bre...king the kiss, I started nibbling her bottom lip, as I teased the folds of her outer lips and her engorged clit with the head of my cock. "Tell me you want it,” I snarled in her ear."I do, I do. God yes, I do. Fuck me, fuck me," she moaned. Her begging was making me so hot that I quickly gave in. I forced myself to move into her very slowly, at. They are lives. You can read a fortune upon them and, if you follow the curves, distinguish individual pain. Fingerprints burn and cry and bleed longer, harder than eyes ever could. I wash them daily, my scars and fingerprints. Caress them. Sometimes I see him. Just long enough that he can thrust himself back into my life. Long enough for the wound to be torn farther to add bacteria to the contaminated flesh. I sit in the shower for hours crying the water that consumes me, wrinkles my. Her mind is mush and driven to distraction be the feelings in her body. “Please can I cum? Please can I cum?” She pleads.To her horror he refreshes the ice cube tumbler. First the breasts and nipples and then her cunny and that final bastard piece of ice pushed inside her. The melted cube and cunny juice flow out again.“Begin again please.” He says.Almost in tears now she begins again. But by now her mind and body are disconnected and responses confused. She is hot and wet and starting to get. I loved fucking you." Thanks, I'll be in touch."-----------------The next day I saw Bill when I left the café. He invited me to sit in the lobby with him, and led off with, "I hear you talked to Molly."I asked him if what she said was true. "Yeah, but there are a couple of stipulations I insisted on. We're keeping our number of sexual partners small, and we hide nothing." It was good to hear that the manipulator wasn't dictating terms.I said, "I think that's a good sign, Bill. Maybe she'll.