1. What the Hell Am I Doing?- Chapter 4


    Date: 11/26/2014, Categories: Hardcore, Interracial Sex, Voyeur, Author: satinlvr_mwf, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    and my nails. Long and sharp. With a gentle touch, they would caress, tease, and tickle. However, with some effort, they could also open envelopes, dig into crevices, give a nasty pinch, and, like now, remove skin. I didn’t have full reach around his back, my arms and shoulders were under his, but I could reach lower, to his low back, and there I grabbed on, hard, and raked his skin with my claws. His back hair was somewhat matted, and I could feel his hair as I dragged my nails hard as I could manage. He gave a loud growl, and then He shifted on me, and gritted his teeth. There was no doubt his back would be sore for a few days, and maybe he would bleed a little. It wasn’t a solid victory, but at least I could now report him for sexual assault. If he climaxed in me, I fully intended to do so, now. The voyeur then grunted, and he must have cum, because I heard him mew, loudly, and then grunt, ahh, shit… shit…” and then the window smacked shut. The window wasn’t the only thing that smacked, and I next saw stars as Juan smacked me across the face, very, very hard. What he lacked in charisma, he made up for in brutality. I was dazed, and lost, my limbs falling limply to the ground, while Juan resumed fucking me. I was beyond vulnerable, now, and at his whim and desire. His desire was to inseminate me, and after what seemed like a few moments, I started to come around, just as he was squealing. My body was being jolted, as his hips rocked his body on top of mine, his cock ...
    moving in a frenzy as he was ejaculating. He wasn’t anywhere near the bottom of my tunnel, yet his semen was spilling into my garden, each of his thrusts ushering his semen further into me. I whined as he was doing it.. “no.. no.. no…” my voice no longer quite, but filled with despair. The real fear of pregnancy was with me now. I know I should be safe, but I was somewhat irregular in my cycles. I would be sweating it for the next few weeks. It was with some great relief, when, after what seemed like ten minutes, he finally stopped his thrusts. He had evidently fallen out of me, his shaft grown soft. I couldn’t tell much, only that I could breathe again, and my first, real, deep breath, was a luxury. My luxury was short-lived, however, as I again snarled. “You had better pray I’m not pregnant by you, you cocksucker!” I know it wasn’t very lady-like, but my anger was at a new height. “You will be, by the time I’m done…” he snorted, and then he slapped me again, another, equally vicious blow. The stars came out again, and I felt like I was floating. I was, in a way. Juan had started to lift my body, legs first, so he could remove my pants. The wide legs, and slipper satin made it easy, and my blouse, already ripped open, was a sodden mess. Before I could really come around, I was naked, save my heels. I started to turn, to get to my hands and knees, looking up as Juan was on his feet, fastening his pants, while holding my wadded-up clothes. “I’m in room 2260. I dare you to come get ...
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