I move my hand. To me the barest flick of the wrist, to you a punishing sledgehammer blow that jars your teeth and lets blood flow from pulped lips. I drag you down to the ground at the same time I continue to feed. Sucking hungry at the puncture marks in your skin. Your pants offered no more resistance than your shirt, shredded and thrown away. My cock stiff, using your blood to do it, I spear forward. Claiming you as I feed.
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I love it when a girl talks dirty. My favorites are, No, Stop, Please, and You're Hurting me.
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