Scarred, still even skinnier than I had been, the nearly non-existent tits. He had been there, in the hospital. About what happened, about you, leaving me.” I flinched at the pained expression that flitted over his face. One knee between my legs he knelt down, sucked the nipple. Did I want that? “It’s not your fault. There was the look on his face again. His dick was pulsating inside me, filling me with his load. Without me, without even telling me. “I can understand, if you can’t bear to look at me, to touch me.”
David groaned. Hair still dripping wet I reached for one of David’s tank tops and a pair of his boxers. Even get married? One hand on my lower back, the other on my shoulder, he let me down. My few belongings nearly vanished between his. “You are still so wet”, he murmured in awe. Hard and deep, he pushed his cock inside me. Pity, underlying anger and… But that had been before… But that had been before… We had watched together, either laughing at it, or getting horny, sometimes both. Yes, I dream. The way he looked at me, treated me, never touch me. “Yes, I am not happy about the scars. “It’s not your fault. “Because I don’t think, I could stop, even if I hurt you”,
