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She is annoying me now. She takes another swing and I move my hand up to deflect her. While it was not as effective as I had hoped she did not connect with me. “Good try, again,” she says as she continues to come at me for ten minutes. Sweat is dripping into my eyes. My back is soaked, and I feel like I could pass out at any minute.

I gasped sharply, my pussy stretching around his thick cock as he drove deeper. “Fuck… Sophia,” Ryan growled, voice rough with whiskey and something darker. “You want it harder? You want me to fuck you like that bastard Victor fucked my wife?” I moaned loudly, rolling my hips faster, grinding my clit against him with every movement. “Yes,” I breathed desperately. “Harder, Ryan. Please… fuck me harder.” He suddenly flipped us over, pinning me beneath him on the motel bed. His eyes were wild, drunk, and filled with pain-fueled rage. He grabbed my legs, pushed them back toward my chest, and slammed into me with brutal force.

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Ronald growled. “Oh my god…you're one hell of a fucker, ain't you?” I moaned beneath my hushed breath. “And you'll be my pretty little slit, won't you?” He snarled from behind as he spanked me hard again. “Yes…yes, I'll. Fuck, you're so hard,” my voice cracked as I shook in rhythm with his rough thrusts. The harder he slammed into me, the more I cried and my hair was scattered over the pillow.

I must have twisted it while running for my poor life. "Oh Goodness" Mark exclaimed. I was surprised. No f words?. So Americans who didn't use swear words existed (I'm not trying to imply anything by this statement but he was a jock. I was expecting that from him). "Can you walk?" He asked as I tried taking a step and the pain was something else. "I don't think so bu-" I didn't get to finish my sentence when I felt myself being carried up as I shrieked. "Put me down" I squirmed

I felt a shiver run down my spine. I calmed down and he let me go. I spun around to see the tall man. He looked to be a little older than me with brown shaggy hair and chocolate eyes. He was tall and muscular with large arms. I could see his abs through his shirt. He was handsome and I felt my face blush as I looked him over. He smirked at me and I lost it and smacked him. "How dare you! I don't need help!" I yelled and he rose his eyebrows.

I can tell she is angry or worried about something, given how she is looking at the few children who are playing behind the store area we were currently at, I guess her anger was directed at the city. Who will blame her though? The children appearance says it all. Their thin shrivelled bodies move with such slow pace as one throws a pebble into a little hole the others must have made, the movement is almost painful. Another goes to inspect the throw, rubbing his flat chest that holds his ribs which are almost bulging out of his skin, as he moves with the same slow space as the others. As he advances, I steal my eyes away not wanting to feed my sight with the pain. "The sooner we make the tea

Ryan whined, now trying to pull the door with both his hands. August ran towards him, "Because it's not your car moron, let go. I will call a cab." He pulled his complaining friend away from the vehicle before anyone sees them. Ryan struggled a bit before following his friend obediently. _______________ August blowed on his palms before shoving it inside the pockets of his hoodie. He breathed in the chillness of the night. The barking of dogs and irritating sounds of crickets pierced the calmness of night. He shuddered slightly as a small breeze caressed him.

I see the shadow of whoever has dared come into my cave and without a second thought i lunge at them, as i lunge i get a familiar scent of wood and cherry, at first it shocks me but then it makes me angry that someones got the same scent as my Luke so without thinking i launch myself at them, they grab me mid air but i manage to swing my fist and catch them in the face, the growl they release urges me on "grrrrrrrrrr" and im hitting them as they try to speak but i don't give them a chance i dont want to listen to them "stop,wait,please"

I bit my bottom lips my hands caressing my jaw numerous times as I tried to mellow the rage down ' What am I going to do with this woman? Before coming up with an answer she walked into the elevator. I tried getting to her before the doors closed, but I couldn't. " Damn it " I slammed my fist against the cold metal and turned around making my way to my office ignoring all the aghast faces. Scott came to me soothing my back. " What happened to the apologizing plan? " " She is so damned stubborn. You fucking saw how I tried to apologize " " She is so...." " So stressing "