The pain was excruciating and when I tried to wiggle free he told me to stop moving. I couldn’t, it hurt, I thought to myself, “I can’t do this,...�� and because I continued to try to get free, he eventually pushed my flat on my stomach as he started to fuck me. It really hurt and I continued to try wiggle free but he continued to hold me down, and telling me, “Stop moving so much,” as he continued to fuck me. I just wanted him to finish now, but suddenly he pulled me back up onto all fours so he. I slapped his ass as i grabbed onto his ass cheek with one arm the other on his hip as i started to thrust my cock in and out of him. We stopped to take a break as he came down to kiss me and we made out looking at eachother. "I want you to fuck me... fuck my pussy...." he said out of breath. I started to fuck him right away as he let out a loud moan, feeling my hands holding onto his ass so tight as i pounded him and the whole bed shook. "Yes! oh fuck me!! fuck my pussy like that!!" he begged.. The last man to whom I'd given a blow job was Ken. And I hated that. I felt dirty, but I couldn't wash it away. I could see myself growing old and bitter still knowing that my last man was my biggest, worst mistake. I needed to eradicate that thought." You used me." I said. She raised her head to look at me, and she saw I was smiling."Yes. But it went further than that. I wanted to give myself more than I'd ever given myself to any man ever before. I had to go further. So, I've spent hours and. This is will be a 3 step process, he thinks to himself. First he will insert a red-hot steel rolling pin into your uterus and try to create a seal. Then he will plug your urethra with the broken-off handle of an old frying pan. Finally he will staple your labia shut and brush your pussy with melted butter and thyme.Before he can find the metal rolling pin, chef notices the longing, glassy look in your eyes and it makes him want to play with your face. He lays you on the table, your head resting.