Wo apne muh se awaje bhi nikal rahin thi ahhhh……. humm….wow…..umuuuu……mmaaa. fir main dhire dhire maine unki tango ko phailaya aur uske bi...hh baith gaya. unki chhut pink color ki thi aur kale baal dekhkar mujhse raha nahin jaa tha.Fir maine lund ko unki bur mein laga diya to wo uth kar baith gayi aur boli ki main itna pada nahin le paungi mujhe dard hoga. maine kaha ki nahi hoga aur unko jabardasti leta diya. main unke chhut ke muh par rakhkar main ek dhakaa mara to mere lund ka supda thoda. Humming quietly, she walked back to her room and walked over to the desk lamp, the room’s only illumination. Behind her, Jarrod stepped out from behind the door and eased silently toward her. As she clicked the lamp off in and turned toward the bed, she caught a glimpse of an unfamiliar shadow out of the corner of her eye just as Jarrod grabbed her, one hand over her mouth and the other arm around her throat.Jenny’s first thought was that her father had somehow sneaked into her room and was. The exertion of yanking at the stubborn window unleashed a lone bead of sweat from the rear of her jaw that trickled down her neck, collecting with several more forming in the hollow along her neck. Once more she gave up."Fuck," she muttered under her breath, resting her forehead on the window. The glass was cool by comparison prompting her to roll her head slowly from side to side. In a few short seconds even the smooth cool surface succumbed to the damp body heat radiating from her nakedness.. Emily felt the burning sensation of tears and a lump in her throat, Kiss him? The very thought revolted her. He had attacked her and her best friend, molested her and continuously reveled in demeaning and humiliating her. A kiss was an act of compassion she wished never to give this bastard, but he grew impatient, she could feel that growing beneath her so she lowered her head to his obedientlyShe found his breathe to be hot and smelling less then fresh, but she opened her mouth slightly upon.