I couldn't get over the taste of myself.I woke up with my panties up my ass crack like a thong trying to push into my asshole and the biggest morning ...ood I ever had. I was laying on my stomach and started rubbing against my bed. I remembered the sensation of cumming just rubbing against the cotton from last night and wanted it again. I though about how good I looked in the panties and the new feeling of the panties sliding into my ass crack was pushinge me over the edge. I started cumming. I was shocked after hearing that and I asked her about her brother.She kept silent and left for a moment and came back with first aid kit. She started cleaning the injury but before it she took some blood on her two fingers and tasted it. She was kind of getting hyper. I was surprised and little bit scared too. She had noticed it and controlled her self. I asked her about it then she said nothing.Her silence was making me angry. So I asked her angrily that why she was not replying me! She said. Then I stood up and warily approached the window.The rain glued the willow branches to the glass and dragged them from left to right, like a mop. My eyes moved frantically from one point to another, trying to make some visual sense out of not much. I looked up and down, squinted.Perhaps I hallucinated? At this moment, this expression of a visual disturbance I would have been happy about. I would identify the cause later.Reassured by this thought, I once again looked into the night. The rain. She found herself pretty much helpless.'You like this, you talkative little whore? You like me rough-fucking your stupid cunt?"Laurel didn't say a word, but fought even harder. Steve used his free hand to push her legs backwards, almost bending her in half, her pussy face upwards, so he had to shift to start fucking her downwards into the couch, now able to put weight as well as muscle into it.Laurel let out a yell as she fought, starting to kick her legs against his chest and head but Steve.