But this was different, a deeper, more languid feeling that seemed to emanate from a place she couldn’t quite reach. “Don’t worry Kenna. Anal sex As she gazed out at the buildings next door, Kenna saw the shapes and figures of people going about their daily business, oblivious to her predicament. Smith had left behind. It hurts too much!” she begged, her voice hoarse from the effort of trying to push him away. Smith’s rhythmic movements intensified, Kenna’s mind began to disintegrate, her thoughts shattering into a kaleidoscope of emotions and sensations. Kenna felt like a piece of property, a mere object to be used and discarded at Mr. Smith’s breathing slowly returned to normal, he let out a low, satisfied sigh, his eyes gleaming with a lascivious light as he gazed at Kenna with an unbridled admiration. Smith’s hands grasped her ass cheeks, spreading them apart with a gentle yet firm pressure, Kenna felt a surge of uncertainty wash over her.
