She needed to fill it, she couldn’t get enough. That’s it…good girl…Yes, faster…fuck…”
He pulls her closer and spunks huge gobs of cum all over her shirt. XXX He kept looking at her. “Stop sniffling.” She manages to get herself partway under control, breathes in, blurts out “Why are you hurting me-” and dissolves into tears. One hand holding a bottle, the other working furiously under her skirt. Leaving her to clean up and flee the best she can. “No, don’t-” Keys in the lock. He’ll see. Just rub it up and down. I find you so attractive, Katy.”
Confused, whirling emotion. She visited Stan’s shop the next day and then started going a few times a week. A knock on the door. Puffy eyes, nose running, eyes simultaneously wild and glassy.
