Roxanne wasn't sure how many rounds Lance had gone with her body. He was like an unstoppable bull, charging into her over and over and leaving his mark across several spots on her body.
By the time her brain recovered from the mushy mess of pleasure it had been, the weekend had rolled in and Lance as usual, was no where to be seen.
The only thing that had indicated that the whole weekend ordeal wasn't some perverted fantasy in Roxanne's mind was the numerous love bites on her body and a sparkling gold necklace that has been on the night drawer beside her when she woke up.
Getting off the bed, she felt a sore pain in between her legs, but ignored it as she walked into the bathroom and cleaned up herself.
As she was in the shower, the hot water running down her cold skin and relieving so
