What followed was a willing rape. xnx “Hey Rand, how are you?”
I bristled, waiting for another attack. I stripped my clothes as I approached her, cock aimed like a missile towards her soft regions. She had no way of knowing that, but her words made my anger flare, and I knew there was no going back now. “Hey there,” she said, looking from my face to my crotch and back again, “I see that I still turn you on.”
“Always,” I said, the back of my mind screaming that every second I was there, I lost a bit of respect in both her eyes and my own. It came as a bit of a surprise when she called me late on a Friday night.
