Scuttle Buttin'
Demons at bay
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- Apr 27, 2003
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He is nearly on a knee, nearly eye-level with the juncture of her thighs, and gives him a close-up view of her attempt to cover herself up. He pauses, head tipping back slightly, eyes looking up the expanse of her body. A click of the tongue as he shakes his head, and the large knife is slid suddenly between the crack of the door behind her and the door frame it is closed into, the tip no down poking out on the other side, but it is forgotten the moment he releases it.
His full height is standing over her suddenly, his hand returning to her throat, grip tight, all but stealing her air. His free hand reaches around, fingers gripping her hair again. He turns away once more, releasing her throat, and pulling her again along behind him. Dragging her to the kitchen he pulled the knife from, he reaches out and tosses away a chair, opening up a spot at the table, and his arm pulls her along, hips quickly against the edge of the wood, her body pushed over it.
Keeping the grip on her hair, he begins a quick and sharp assault on the round globes of her ass, smack after smack wordlessly moving from one side to the other, mercy given only when there is a hot, red glow in her skin.
His full height is standing over her suddenly, his hand returning to her throat, grip tight, all but stealing her air. His free hand reaches around, fingers gripping her hair again. He turns away once more, releasing her throat, and pulling her again along behind him. Dragging her to the kitchen he pulled the knife from, he reaches out and tosses away a chair, opening up a spot at the table, and his arm pulls her along, hips quickly against the edge of the wood, her body pushed over it.
Keeping the grip on her hair, he begins a quick and sharp assault on the round globes of her ass, smack after smack wordlessly moving from one side to the other, mercy given only when there is a hot, red glow in her skin.