His hands upon her body were firm, parental and claiming in ways that obliged her compliance. In the kernel of her soul, the very heart of her beat the resistance, the anger, the defiance that her life required of her. But the effect of it was so submerged that it never surfaced in that fatal hour.
The more she sucked the vile man’s prick, the more she wanted. Her hand wrapped the stalk and held it tight, her lips worked with fervor. Again and again she dove down, letting the once frightening instrument further into her throat, all with a wanting she could not explain. She felt the eruption of his jism begin to gather, and tasted the first drops as they emerged from the tiny slit. Any moment, she expected the rest to bathe her mouth. Their mutual anticipation was running high.
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