Sunday, 18 September 2011

Friday night in

He smooths his palm over my bottom and then pincers my waist, gently pulling me backwards. He holds my head up by my chin and strokes his finger tip against my cheek.

"I'm going to do awful things to you".

He leans into me and kisses my lips, I close my eyes and slide my tongue into his mouth. He pulls his head away from mine and spits in my face.

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