xjamiexgirlx
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- May 18, 2005
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His words hurt, His words always hurt, that was how He had broken her. She was alone, scared, having been abused, He offered her protection from others, shelter, a bed to sleep in, but it came at such a great price. When He had broken her, when she had submitted, Hannah had given Him her soul. Sometimes she hated Him, as much as she loved Him...
"Bastard" she whispered, knowing He would hear her... but she had called Him that often, He knew He had hurt her when she spilled out that word.
Her body, arching under His, opened further to the thrust of His hips, the long thick length of Him coated with her arousal, slick and warm, easily filling her pulsing canal, she tightening her legs about His form, as her body rocked with His. Panting, moaning, her skin glistening with heat, reflecting the moon above.
Her hands grabbing at the pallett under her, nails digging in, she lifting her body to meet His, hard and fast, His cock pushing into her cervix with every plunge into her... For Hannah, who often felt pain when He took her, felt nothing but pleasure.. As hard as He was taking her, He was allowing her to move with Him, to enjoy what was happening, to feel every inch of His member filling the velvet sheathe of her sex... she began moaning , low deep purring sounds that became louder, more urgent.. she casting His hurtful words aside. SHe knew He would never allow this again, allow her to chose, allow her such deepening pleasure, she was sooo lost in the sensations that the rake of His teeth, the slightest trailing of her blood did not spook her as it often did...
Each rocking of her body, her breasts swayed and shook... her sex clamped down tighter, molding to Him, around every vein, every ridge upon the surface of His cock...
She was crying out now, to the moon above, to any that would hear her, to Him, crying out her love for Him
"Bastard" she whispered, knowing He would hear her... but she had called Him that often, He knew He had hurt her when she spilled out that word.
Her body, arching under His, opened further to the thrust of His hips, the long thick length of Him coated with her arousal, slick and warm, easily filling her pulsing canal, she tightening her legs about His form, as her body rocked with His. Panting, moaning, her skin glistening with heat, reflecting the moon above.
Her hands grabbing at the pallett under her, nails digging in, she lifting her body to meet His, hard and fast, His cock pushing into her cervix with every plunge into her... For Hannah, who often felt pain when He took her, felt nothing but pleasure.. As hard as He was taking her, He was allowing her to move with Him, to enjoy what was happening, to feel every inch of His member filling the velvet sheathe of her sex... she began moaning , low deep purring sounds that became louder, more urgent.. she casting His hurtful words aside. SHe knew He would never allow this again, allow her to chose, allow her such deepening pleasure, she was sooo lost in the sensations that the rake of His teeth, the slightest trailing of her blood did not spook her as it often did...
Each rocking of her body, her breasts swayed and shook... her sex clamped down tighter, molding to Him, around every vein, every ridge upon the surface of His cock...
She was crying out now, to the moon above, to any that would hear her, to Him, crying out her love for Him