The feeling was unexplainably, but I knew deep in me I was made to be cock whore and fucked like a cunt, hard and rough. He was ball deeps and I loved... it like a good sissy slut. He fucked me forcefully and rough., driving my face into the cushions. I i lobed it, the poppers kept me in a state of humiliation and excitement. I couldnt believe me, just a normal guy but now dressed as a sissy slut and depite the humilation, I craved being fucked like a bitch for a real man. "Yes cunt, take my. Friends don’t fuck.’ Apparently that was her new catch phrase, which woke me back to the nightmare. ‘How have you been?’ was all I could think of. I wanted to hold her. If I could just get my arms around her, maybe, . . . I don’t know. She started to complain about work. Work was always a good subject to get a conversation going. After a while, the mood lightened and we started to laugh. Sitting on the bench, it was obvious she was cold. I know I was. ‘Want me to get a blanket for you?’ She. For a second - just a second - the thought of poison entered her mind. A thought she quickly discarded. It would absolutely make no sense, after all. But she could be forgiven a slight paranoia after a day like yesterday.The hungry hostage closed her eyes and took a deep sniff. Delicious aromas spiralled up into her lovely little turned-up nose. Her stomach responded with a long-stretched growl. It was high time to fortify the inner woman!Pushing away all reservations she had, Anna grabbed the. Her short grunts became a long, deep moan while our tongues wrestled around until I resumed my thrusting.Her velvet muscles rolled along my shaft as I drove into her, and worked to suck me back in when I withdrew. I didn’t know if she was doing it on purpose or if it was just how her body responded to sex. I certainly didn’t remember anything like it with Jordan, although with her, I had been distracted by her determination to convince me I was a Magus.Danielle broke our kiss and gulped down.