"And he doesn't stop at three"
I had a few moments to process the following things: His knee, wedging itself between my legs, his hands, one travelling up my ribcage towards my breasts, barely contained by my ripped top, the other on my hip, almost gripping...
"I think you might want to read part one..."
As I was walking away all I could think about were images of what he had described. With every step my pussy throbbed and I felt my panties were far from dry. Even so, I told myself to keep walking....
"She was hunting, he was game."
It had been a long and stressful couple of months. The breakup, the aftermath, school, work, parents going on and on about how it would be good for me to start attending church again... Good Lord it was honestly very,...