Then I needed a long hard fuck. Gentle fingers played down my cheeks, wiping away cum stains, and dry tears. Xxx The warm wetness once again touched my cunt, but now not a rapist’s seed or my own urine, but the gentle bath of this man–my last lover. I had fallen off the chair, crumpled in the corner in a pool of my own piss and excrement. Please, oh please, I begged in the cold darkness of my mind, let me die. I screamed, I thrashed, but only seemed to implae herself more fully on his fingers–and horrors, I could feel my arousal growing. She was small–only about five feet had she been standing–and young, her face framed by long blond hair. I screamed, I thrashed, but only seemed to implae herself more fully on his fingers–and horrors, I could feel my arousal growing.
