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I turn back to look into his eyes His gaze locks witha protective cage around us He is looking at rily, it is as if I aerly This is rowls His voice is so full of hot lust, its vibration sizzles through ets harder and bigger inside

I grip hirabsme all the way down that pillar of h

‘Fuck, yeah,’ I cry hoarsely And I feel nity of total possession

He begins to slowly move my body up and down the shaft The first few strokes are shallow, then it is to the hilt and ets knocked out of hter

‘You won’t believe how hot and tight you feel,’ he whispers, his hand sliding down s to play withto corasp his arit up and down his shaft I lockAnd then it comes, a liquid explosion inside asm I have experienced It is dark and thick and flavored with soy is spent

My dazed eyes return to his eye level His are s darkly with fresh intent His ck jerks within me as he lifts my body and drops it hard and fast on his shaft My mouth opens involuntarily My sated flesh purrs and coain I balance myself on his shoulder and rise to my knees My limbs slick with sweat, I fk him as hard and as fast as I can The wet heat and friction are delicious

He co with ed I put my hand on his chest and feel his heartbeat, swift and loud An African druo home and finish this,’ he says

My eyebrows fly upwards ‘After that’

He grins Feral ‘I want to take your bra off and suck your brsts, deep pulls that will leave you squirasound He pullsout of oht I wait until it is late I lie inreen outside this dreadful mad house until the phones by the nurses’ station have stopped ringing Until there is nothat will suddenly pierce the night Until the lone night nurse thinks everybody is asleep and she is busy watchingpnon the Internet

Then I get under the covers and shine the little torch ht me on my musical box It is an old antique A ballerina in a lilac tutu The tutu is alray now I touch the delicately painted porcelain face It belonged to randrandmother or mother so they do not know about the secret courine

Carefully, I depress the lever that opens it So many years since I opened it It is a little sticky and I pull it, but that just ja to pull it open with A knife or anything sharp, but there is nothing sharp in the roo the ballerina with the side of my fist It still will not open For souess that is what road rage is Someone cuts you up and you react as if soainst the wall The sound of it shattering is almost a profanity