A man’s hands. Xnxx I scream in real life… ‘Course, wasn’t anythin’ ‘nybody could do by then,” she shakes her head, the woman’s lips trembling for a moment. Fuck knows why this shit turns me on so much, but it does. I gasp for breath. “Did it help?” I ask, chewing on my lip, wondering what the fuck she could’ve made of the spectacle. I bet I’m ginger, probably even have freckles. The dank smells of mildew and damp are replaced by a warm, summery breeze wafting in from a nearby window. I’m the rapist and the victim at the same time, I’m fucking sodomising myself. Its vapours rise up my throat, I’m struggling not to cough and to remain steady. builds up. Gradually, I come to. There’s no carpet under me, just bare, dusty concrete. She buries her head in my shoulder and I feel just a little bit less shitty about myself. It awakens both the hunter and the prey in me, like a snake devouring itself.
