With those words, he bit down viciously on her other nipple. Her voice returned instantly at the pain, and she cried out in agony as he savaged her w...th his mouth. He held her still, as he left mark after mark on the tender flesh of her tits. Tears streamed from her eyes as she struggled, disbelieving this was happening to her. She was no match for his strength but refused to give up the fight.Slowly, he pulled her hands about her head as she fought him. He grasped her wrists with his one. Whenever I had the time and theinspiration, I would write a scene or two, without regard tochronological order, or revise parts of the existing text. Thiscontinued until the late 2000s when I began to realize I was heading fora dead end. My little story was now more than 400 kilobytes in length,with substantial portions still unwritten; and, what was worse, I wasuncertain of how it should end. I had grown increasingly dissatisfiedwith it and knew I would have to rewrite it almost entirely. My dick was paining as it throbbed. It could take anymore. Her shirt was sticking to her saggy breasts and her brown nipples poked out. Sticking them to her shaven thighs and shaved pussy, her body dripping wet.She then turned as I saw her back, her shirt was barely covering her plumpy soft ass, it still had droplets of water.Still dropping down. My mouth started to water. Even though I had fucked her once I wanted to feel her body… The animal in me was awakened. I got up. I pushed her aganist. Finally his fingers reach my wet pussy and starts rubbing up and down between my pussy lips. I jerk my hips forward in pleasure as he rubs faster and faster I moan until I can feel myself start to orgasm. He stops just before my orgasm sets in and I feel the feeling wash away. I punch his arm playfully. “What is wrong with you” I ask smiling and crossing my arms. He starts to chuckle. “I’m not ready for you to orgasm yet.” He says and with that he picks me up in his arms and carries me to his.