Unwoman
He wouldn’t hurt me when they are around.
The thing is, My sweet-sister Hanna, never told me that she will keep moaning and groaning so hard like some kind of filthy animal in their mating ritual. Desperately, Howling out for God.
"Oh. My. God." She cried out from something that I guessed to be extreme pain, or pleasure, or maybe both. I don't know. And I would never know. What I do know is, there was something about her moaning that makes me feel weird under my lower abdomen, within my tights, working its way up, tingling my chest. Something unholy took over my mind. Those curves, those plum lips, those soft skin, sweet scent of her body, and her face drown me into ecstasy.
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