But you like to hear me cry in pain, you love to watch the tears roll down my face, you also know i will not ask you to stop, we don't have a safe wor..., my choice, so you know i won't say anything.It is not long before the marks appear, the purple markings, the red where they are bleeding under the skin, the little red dots, you whip my tits and whip them. I start to cry, and i look at you pleadingly to stop,but you won't you are not quite satisfied that you have whipped me and marked me. ’ ‘You’re taking this awfully well.’ ‘Am I?’ she asked him. ‘I don’t know. I never got dumped before.’ ‘I’ve been dumped. Trust me, you’re taking this well.’ They walked in silence until they came to Sarah’s door. She turned to face him. ‘Do you want to come in?’ ‘Do you still want me to?’ ‘Oh, for God’s sake,’ she said, and she kissed him. Her lips were cool, though her cheeks were still flushed by the beer. They kissed tentatively at first, as though the entire scene on the dance floor had. This car is beautiful. They finish up their conversation and shake hands before Eugene opens the passenger door, gesturing for me to get in. My smile is about to split my face in two. I climb in and am greeted by pure luxury. “They gave it to me for a few hours,” Eugene says, smiling and buckling his seatbelt. I laugh again. “This is really nice,” I comment. “I should hope so with a $70,000 price tag,” he replies. “Don’t wreck it,” I giggle, and he pulls us out of the parking lot smooth as. All these kisses were out of love. Now comes the lust within me. I kissed her on her lips and she too reciprocated that to me. I bit her on her lower lip and she closed her eyes out of ecstasy. I hold her strongly from her waist and pulled her close to my body. We both were kissing and playing with each other’s lips for more than twenty mins.Without leaving her lips i then let my right hand go under her salwar from the back to feel her worthiness. She shivered by my touch and fell on my.