"... John..." she groaned in a piteous, cracked voice. How did she know my... "Oh my god, oh no god--Susan!" I screamed as I rushed to her side. I wan...ed to grab her, to hug and kiss and hold her... but she was in so much pain. He had beat my wife badly. I knew enough about rape to understand that my wife probably did not want a man touching her right then. It could be awhile before she could stand that."John... I'm so sorry... he got me. He raped me. I was so stupid, he tricked me," she. He had no problem standing today, because his prick had been limp ever since he had hurt the woman he was very afraid he was in love with. He knew nothing could come of that, and it was a much more settled knowledge than before, when his fantasies were still somewhat alive. He'd blown it. Cecelia specifically hated cave men who did exactly what he'd done, and you don't get second chances from women like Cecelia.She got out, dressed in shorts and a tank top, with sandals on. Her hair was in a. I’m a warm hole for him to fill tonight, a sweet flavor to taste, a place for him to cum. Nothing more. Despite how violent he fucks me… no, let’s be honest, probably because of it, I’m quickly brought to orgasm as he pounds into my cunt. I shudder two more times down the length of Trevor’s cock before he finally moans hard and bites down onto my neck viciously, causing me to scream. And then like that it is over. Trevor slumps down almost lifelessly on top of me, and I have to use all of my. ”Pierre dragged me aside and pulled me closer to him. I could feel my naked breasts rubbing against his satin shirt. My nipples wanted to burst with arousal. I pushed my pelvis against his leg, leaving a wet slimy trail down his black trousers. My engorged pussy and tits sent sparks through my being that left me gasping.“Where else can a man like me touch and see so many beautiful naked women?” He whispered in my ear, while slipping his finger between my puffy lips and into my wet canal. With.