“You’re kidding me, right?” Ray said. Xnxx porn During the months and months that we had made out with each other at the end of our dates together, Art had never massaged my legs before, much less placed his hand up under my miniskirt, and directly onto my crotch. Okay?”
“Sure.”
“Well, when I was dating Art, I almost always wore miniskirts and pantyhose, just like I did when I was dating you. That’s all,” Ray remarked sarcastically. And then I felt the firm, ballooned-out head of Ray’s blood-engorged penis starting to pulsate deep inside me; squirting his wonderful, thick, gooey semen all over my cervix. That’s it. Freddy wasn’t my boyfriend. That way, I could place all the blame on him for taking things ‘too far.’ And by cooperating with him while he was date-raping me, I would still be able to play the role of the ‘nice girl’ who was simply trying to make the best of a bad situation. “And even once he started fingering me, you couldn’t really call it ‘finger-fucking,’ because he wasn’t actually thrusting his fingers in and out. “And I didn’t want Art to use a rubber, either. I guess I must have snagged them on something, earlier in the evening.
