It looked bad and it’s torso was so swollen with blood that veins almost burst, it’s shaft originally straight as a ruler was like a stale fish now. Some men like it that, it’s fun to hurt a girl. Now my soft oyster had fully opened its shell, showing its pearl the size of a nipple, but he had lowered his gun. But he wasn’t knocking, he was pounding. Dropping my head on the pillow, I spread my legs as wide as I could for that large shadow to fit. He slipped my feet over the outside of my shoulders and cross-locked my ankles behind my neck. I opened my eyes a little more to see the details better, but I gave myself away because of the moonlight, which chose to illuminate only me. It looked bad and it’s torso was so swollen with blood that veins almost burst, it’s shaft originally straight as a ruler was like a stale fish now. So eager and playful was his slapping that an outsider would have thought he was a sadistic monkey attacking an anthill with a tree branch. The door opened again, this time I knew who it was, he watched me struggle desperately for a short while.
