My first week back at work, I got a couple more stares than usual. Milf sex Before it could pass my lips his hand slapped my face so hard I cried out in pain. Mor-gan!”. I felt him against my thigh, he’s not that big, but I could tell that that’s not what will hurt me anyways. The hand not holding my neck slips down into my back pants pocket while we continue and I start to lose my breath. I finish my beer and let out a very unladylike belch, thrusting my fist in the air in success. It hurt, god it hurt. I explored the rest of my face lightly. I want you to fucking SCREAM.” He dragged his nails down my side and I could feel the deep gashes, and blood dripping down my side. “So is this your place? “It’s not from this that I’m wet, it’s from before, it’s not fair.” “Hmm, that’s not what I think.
