He brutally face fucked her not caring how she felt “Yeah that’s it... Good slut... Next time you’ll do better won’t you?” He pulls out wit...out cumming and she was gasping for air and coughing. “Please... Let me go. Please” He smiles and pets her hair “You want to go?” She nods “Soon. Soon as I fuck you.”“No!” She begs as fresh tears form. He hits her again “Yes slut! In fact not only am I going to fuck you, you’re going to beg me to fuck you. You’re going to tell me what a whore you are that. Harry, wasn't it?" Larry," I corrected her, "but close enough." Yes. I'm sorry. I wasn't myself last night, you know. I haven't been myself in several days." For a moment she looked ready to break down again, but she shook her head sharply. "Anyhow, I should have remembered your name right." I'm sorry, did you lose someone close to you?" I guessed."No," she said. "Or yes, in a way. Maybe. I'm not sure, really, you know? That's why I'm here, trying to figure it out. But I'm not getting. The legs sprouted from the body about a third of the way up, and since it wore a material resembling leather around where she supposed its genitals were, she could only assume it was male. Its deeply muscled legs were uncovered; neither did it wear anything on its massively clawed feet. Its arms were heavily muscled also, but not as much as the legs. It, or he, she assumed, was either wearing clever body armor, or else the being was covered from the neck down with overlapping scales. Its. She immediately moved close to him and put her head on his chest and they danced as if they were the only two people in the world. Only about half of the couples were on the dance floor, and Amy said that a lot of people didn't know how to slow dance. Under her breath, she said that they didn't know what they were missing. They were so engrossed in each other that they didn't notice that most of the others were watching them and just moving, in place, in time to the music, not really dancing..