The Second Man nodded and approached the bed. Anal sex The fingers weren’t gone, and I wasn’t being compliant! But no! “No!” She/I wailed, “Not again!”
It was dim, and she/I had falled alseep with the window open. Alas, she/I was dead, and beyond sensual movement, but not beyond sensuousness. I opened my eyes. I struggled weakly, vainly to breath. his hands were like a vice, crushing me. But no! Again, with infinite care, he cleaned the dried semen from my mouth and pushed the tongue back inside, planting a passionate kiss on her lips one last time. Suddenly she seemed to accept him, almost willingly as he pounded his massive member into my vagina. His weight was on us, hands groping my breasts and thighs–pushing them apart and forcing his fingers inside her. “Love me.” I whispered. The fingers were gone now, replaced with… Trembling I stood, my tights wet and sticky. The warm wetness once again touched my cunt, but now not a rapist’s seed or my own urine, but the gentle bath of this man–my last lover.
