I resist every impulse in me to tear her clothes off right there on the escalator. The escalator starts to flatten out and she pulls my hand away fro...m her and pushes my gently back. I quickly tuck my cock away. As I look up she's walking fast, almost at a run and flies through the gates. I fumble with my oyster card and follow her through. She's moving away from me quickly, She exits the station before me and when I get out I can't see her. I pace around the concrete pillars like a caged. He had that night taken her virginity, in a brutal and drunken fashion. Leaving her dazed, and bruised. After he had finished, and before staggering away to get more schnapps, he had invited his best man to avail himself of his "French whore" as he called her. In all, she was raped four times that night by Wolframs friends. The next morning, Wolfram had been very apologetic, and eventually because she was so deeply in love with him when he was sober, she decided to stay with him, but above all,. Perhaps you have never had the pleasure of a mortal woman, or perhaps I am a prostitute or some other unfortunate creature clinging to the edges of human society, not deemed worthy of your kiss. It matters not to me, as another jolt of your now nearly painful want shoots through me, up my spine to rattle my brain, and I feel you forcing yourself into my swollen, tight, eternally wet and ready pussy. You begin fucking me with meaning now, slamming yourself again and again into my cervix, clearly. She nodded wordlessly, but he could see the concern on her face about being naked in front of her brother.“Just relax, little sister, you’re going to love this next thing.” He smiled, then bent his head down and licked up the length of her pussy. “Mmm, you taste nice.”“Steve, that’s gross!” she exclaimed. “You have to stop that!”“Why don’t you let me decide what's gross?” he grinned up at her. “I happen to like the taste of pussy.”“Okay, if you’re sure.” She said, laying her head back on the.