SannaBlonde82
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Sanna half-ran to the door which Lance had already closed behind him. She surpressed an impulse to throw open the door and scream at him down the stairs. But she was hardly in a position to do that, naked with his jizz all over her still.
So she half-yelled half-sobbed to herself. "YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!!!"
She proceeded to the bathroom and standing in front of the mirror started to dry the still fluid cum off her face and chest. The taste of him was still in her mouth, the soreness where he had violated her throat still very palpable.
Fuck.. Fuck!! She whispered desperately at her mirror image, then she didn't know what else to do but go to the bedroom and throw herself down on the bed. Naked, staring at the ceiling, she couldn't stop the tears, softly sobbing, her bottom lip quivering. Sanna, still deeply confused, reached down and touched herself. She was wet. Why was she wet?? She continued crying, softly now, as she rubbed her pussy, seeking out her clit without hesitation and letting the other hand's index and middle finger slide deep inside.
Before her moist eyes, the image now of Lance fucking her. Fucking her mouth. Sobbing gave way to moaning, and the orgasm that soon hit her caused her pelvis and hips to rise up from the bed in a powerful convulsion.
What the fuck am I to do..? Sanna thought, before getting into a t-shirt and creeping under the covers.
So she half-yelled half-sobbed to herself. "YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!!!"
She proceeded to the bathroom and standing in front of the mirror started to dry the still fluid cum off her face and chest. The taste of him was still in her mouth, the soreness where he had violated her throat still very palpable.
Fuck.. Fuck!! She whispered desperately at her mirror image, then she didn't know what else to do but go to the bedroom and throw herself down on the bed. Naked, staring at the ceiling, she couldn't stop the tears, softly sobbing, her bottom lip quivering. Sanna, still deeply confused, reached down and touched herself. She was wet. Why was she wet?? She continued crying, softly now, as she rubbed her pussy, seeking out her clit without hesitation and letting the other hand's index and middle finger slide deep inside.
Before her moist eyes, the image now of Lance fucking her. Fucking her mouth. Sobbing gave way to moaning, and the orgasm that soon hit her caused her pelvis and hips to rise up from the bed in a powerful convulsion.
What the fuck am I to do..? Sanna thought, before getting into a t-shirt and creeping under the covers.