21 March, 2009


He stopped again, my brief growl of displeasure amusing him. The growl became a gluttonous moan of delight when he sheathed his cock in readiness. Finally...I thought...and he did it the only way he wanted. His way. Taking my ass instead of my cunt, hovering over my back, breathing on me, fingering with one hand, fucking my ass with his prick. Stuffing my ass as he stuffed my mouth. I had to cry, I thought. How else would I get through it? It was the Be Careful What You Wish For all over again.

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