Biting gently at my nipple you thrust upwards only a few times and my juices flowed over you once more. You lifted me off you and stood up, gesturing... for me to get on my knees so you could fuck me from behind. I did as you wished, putting my face down on the cushion and raising my ass towards your waiting cock. Placing each hand on a plump ass cheek, you spread me open and guided the head of your cock to my now slippery pussy. You slid it into me slowly, and pulled me back by my hips until it. I observed a lighter band of skin around his left ring finger, and gave him a grin, which was returned at half the intensity. “Sam,” I said, holding out my hand. “Liam,” he replied, taking it. His grasp was strong and his hands work-worn. Based on his attire, I would’ve guessed that he was a construction worker of sorts, the type that spent the day coated in hot sweat, lifting work materials and was probably strong enough to pin anyone he wanted to a bed and fuck their brains out. Up to this. Suddenly her right shoulder jerked downwards a little and her whole body arched then went rigid and still for a few seconds before starting to shake and vibrate... oops! I think my weight has pulled her arm back out of her shoulder socket. Her chin dropped onto her chest as the quivering stopped, and I could smell shit. Had I killed her? Had the strain stopped her heart? I pressed my hand against the cool pale stretched skin below the left side of her rib cage, her heart was still beating.. At least she didn’t think they would stop talking to each other, but once the words were out of her mouth, doubt started to creep in. They had never talked about anything that would happen after the week was over. She knew he wanted something more when they started, but she didn’t trust him after the way he had torn out her heart ten years earlier. There was no denying that she still wanted him, though, the chemistry between them was still at least as strong as it was in high school. She.