To my delight, I was wrong. We raped her! Why did you let her go?” Your face turns red, and I can see you struggling for self-control.
“What if she runs to the cops?! The finger went up to my buttocks, and now I was really wet. You worry about the consequences of the rape, and I want to fuck. I didn’t know what he looked like, but he knew it from me. You jump onto the bed, turn me onto my back, and your hand grabs my neck. The hand moved a little further down, and a finger touched my leg. You see the lust in my eyes, and it makes you even angrier. That was fine. You see the lust in my eyes, and it makes you even angrier. I was wearing a thong and felt the finger touch the little string that lay between my buttocks. I let you sleep in the armchair. Your hand is on my neck again, but this time I control myself and look you in the face challengingly. I had to pay my first respects to my guest in the basement.
