The type to be ‘insecure’ enough to let a man strike them but I realize that it wasn’t insecurity that always made a woman stay. It was often ti...mes the hope that you could love someone enough to make them happy. So happy that their love for you would outweigh the urge to abuse you. This cure for abuse hadn’t worked for me because I felt myself become dizzy as his grip became tighter. There was noting in the sudsy water to aid in my defense. Nothing. I was losing consciousness quickly. Felling. “You’re not so bad yourself. I’ve seen better, but you’re not totally disgusting.”“Thanks, I think.” My dick felt good in my hand as I watched my step-sister’s nipples stiffen. “You can go ahead and play with yourself too, if you want.”“Eww, don’t be gross, pervert.” She adjusted her bikini bottoms, pulling them up snug and accentuating her camel toe even more. “You’d love that, wouldn’t you? Watching me spread my legs and finger my wet pussy right in front of you while you beat off like a. As I got promoted to the 11th grade I met one of my seniors from the 12th grade for the first time. Her name was Alisha. She was around 5’6 inches tall, well built and I cannot be too sure about the structure as it’s been a long time now. She had a fair complexion and her hair was as smooth as shown in the shampoo adverts. I had a crush on her since the time I saw her but was scared I was a bit shy back in the day. So, my first encounter with her was when we were being ragged and she was. You lie back and shudder. “Oh, god,” you groan, “oh, god...he’s so far up into you, his balls are against mine.” I sob at that hot image, and I cry out again as Buck leans hard on my back. At the same time, I can feel his strokes come to a stop, as his cock begins to enlarge, deep in my ass. You can feel it well with your cock buried in me, and my asshole stings as I feel his knot forming. He has penetrated me so completely that the knot starts to swell inside of me, as it would in a bitch.