Stalking The Smut Slut
" Fuck me, please, so I forget. I beg, unafraid of seeking solace, even if it means taking a risk. Everyone grieves in their own unique way, and this is how I am grieving.
“Damn, baby girl. Hearing you fucking beg me is enough to make me bust my load.”
He snickers as he holds onto me and flips me to my back, laying me on a pile of clothes on the couch that I’ve been meaning to fold. He hovers over me, his gaze deep in mine as he sweeps his hand down my body, resting it right between my thighs. He touches me, and I buck my hips as his palm rubs my pussy and his fingers caress my clit. He flings open my legs and lies down between them, maintaining a fixed gaze on me, causing my body to tremble