Books were in my hand but my mind was filled with what I did. And if she tells my mom and dad then I am totally screwed. My father would beat me a lot... I started thinking of the future possibilities of my hell life.At night, she called me in the hall. I saw her sitting on the sofa watching TV. I sat beside her and uttered, “Sorry, aunty”. Her eyes were filled with tears. She wasn’t looking at me. I kept saying sorry but she didn’t respond.After a while, she asked, “Why did you do that?”. “I. Why would you want to be fucked by some guy you hated?" I don't hate you and I don't care if you just fuck me." I still don't have a condom." I don't care about that anymore either." Ben suppressed his common sense instincts for self preservation. Sandy was just too hot looking to pass up. He motioned to the girl and she crawled into his arms. Damn! He'd never make it to Yvonne's now. After this, he'd be too worn out."You're nothing to me but a bitch, slut and whore. You have no claim on me no. But overall, our tongues were inside each other’s mouth more than anything else. The sloppy joes were kinky and sustained my erection to a level I had never experienced before.We had a quick dinner of KFC chicken and some rice and I was eager to get back to some wild stuff. I kept rubbing myself against her ass even when she was eating and at one point she passed on a piece of chicken from her mouth to mine. The whole thing might have disgusted me usually but for the first time I realised it. "In me, I need you inside me," she groaned. As soon as my dick sprang free she impaled herself on it to the hilt. I had to grit my teeth to keep from coming instantly; I could feel her juices on my balls, she was so wet. She sat like that for a moment, gripping me with her pussy and leaning back a bit to look at the dress again. I studied her beautiful face, still clenching my jaw to keep from coming, as she stroked the fabric once more. Then with exquisite slowness she rose up my length until.