”She tried to stretch and winced in pain.“That hurt a bit.”She tried to continue her stretch and continued to wince.“Renee, stop. You don’t ...need to hurt yourself. Relax. Let the healing come to you.”“I want to get better faster. It’s already been a week and a half, and I want to be able to hug you as hard as I can, for as long as I want.”“You will. But it is going to take time. Just relax and let it come. Don’t hurt yourself. I’ve seen men with broken ribs push and re-break them. So, relax.. Her legs fell apart and she told me to enjoy her. I looked down at her smooth vagina. The lips parted slightly showed clearly she had been fucked already. Ana turned her legs to the side and asked me to lick her slit. I got down on my knees and started to lick her messy pussy. She took my head in her hands and set my face into her gaping hole. Her pussy had a strong taste to semen…I licked her clitoris; it was soft from all the abuse it took earlier. As I sucked it between my lips she jumped.. Why? Well, I like to.But today, I wanted to take a different approach, and offer a wake up call by someone who matters very little in the larger scheme of whatever we're doing in this life. This has been brewing in my head for quite some time, and the narcissistic storm of racist douchebaggary I witnessed today broke the dam. I don't want to talk about the incident specifically, but the issue in general. There are four types of people who probably shouldn't read this:1. The overly sensitive-. She bunked college and sat on my bike. A beautiful girl in jeans and t-shirt sitting behind me. I thought I was very lucky and I asked her to hug me. I was applying brakes constantly and making her body press against my body. She gently slapped on my back and said she needed time.Then we went to Chutney’s, had our breakfast and next I asked her to come for a movie. She said she was mine till evening.We went to the GVK mall, and she booked a corner seat. My dick started bulging. We sat on the.