Tell Me Something to Make Me Hate you part7
by HandJob Blog
locked into perpetual wince. I pretended to come, pulled out, and
went back down on her. As soon as i breathed on her mons, she
said, ‘it hurts.’ Yeah, well, things hurt…”
“Gimme back my shoes.”
“No, you’ll wing em at me again.”
“Give me em.”
“Here. So there I was. I couldn’t fuck her, couldn’t eat
her, and I had one of those hard-ons from hell…”
“Know the type.”
“Thought you might. So I turned her over, spit on my hand,
rubbed it on, and—”
“Oh no…”
“Fucked her ass. Hey, stop laughing. This is the evil one,
remember? So I didn’t come but fell asleep, and in the morning all
I wanted was to sneak her out past my housemates and send her on
...End of the part7. To be continued..