She tried to resist him, but he grabbed her chin and japanese forced her to remain still, to receive his cruel affection. His tongue infiltrated her mouth, probing every corner like a serpent following the scent of its wounded prey. But while one might think his attention was focused on her, his arm darted in all directions, pointing the coin at any approaching demons like it was a loaded gun. The mirror repeatedly reflected the moonlight, and that flash, no matter how small, bisected any dark wraith that it shined upon. Despite their fury and hunger, no demon dared enter the monument domination while he had that coin. The woman soon gave in, letting the man have his way with her. But no longer needing to hold her head still, he was able to send his free hand south and cup a warm breast. Had the night gone as she had originally expected, the two of them writhing in the twisted sheets of a motel bed, she would have welcomed the touch. His undulating grip, kneading her supple flesh, would have made her gasp, and his fingertips, coaxing her japan nipples to full erection and pulling them towards the sky, would have made her whimper from the blissful sting. But all they did was fill her with revulsion. This act of foreplay, was he doing it for his own amusement, to rile up the ghostly spectators, or simply to humiliate her with deceitful kindness? She knew she was helpless against him, he knew that she knew it, she knew that he knew that she knew it, and any pleasure he gave her was just a reminder of the power he held over her. His hand moved farther south, slipping between her thighs. She again tried to fight him off, pulling at the chains and closing her legs, but she could still feel his fingers brush against her womanhood. They slid down, stroking the plump lips of the outer asian labia, then rose back up, tickling the exposed inner petals. His lips left hers and instead found BDSM her breasts. He pulled on her nipples with his lips and cleaned the blood off her flesh with his tongue. The cuts from his knife, his tongue stayed near them like a lion at a waterhole. She could hear them rumbling, the undead, growling and snarling in rage and envy as he gluttonously licked up her blood. Against her will, a small moan escaped her lips. The man’s efforts were beginning to wear down her defenses. Between his fingertips, he was rubbing the very edge of one of her labia minora, and the kiss of both his lips and the brisk night air on her naked body was sending bolts of electricity up her spine. Her clitoris had become firm and now fallen prey to the strokes of his thumb. His fingers at last penetrated her, and try as she might, she could not contain her voice. It was little more than a soft squeak, but to her, it sounded louder than the trumpets of Armageddon. His fingers stirred inside her with dexterity she didn’t know was possible, as if the bones in his hand had vanished. Fresh tears fell from her eyes from the pain and disgust of this man inside her, violating both her flesh and her soul. The worst part was not the agony, but the lack of it. Her body was reacting to his touch, his fingers slick with her building arousal. Her mind knew and feared what would come next, but her body was beginning to crave it, these simple touches just appetizers to inflame her sexual hunger. I really don’t asian know why that is, but once I had given it a couple of licks, I knew that was where I had to spend at least part of my time. I have japan an entire wing you and your family can use. I’m waiting patiently for a bit on Syd and actually have time to shower and dress when I get a message back telling me that she would like to see me but she’s trying to figure out what her family japanese is going to do about her going to college. “Do you want us to leave?” I grinned into Bianca’s satisfied eyes. I read an article in Cosmopolitan Magazine this week BDSM that said it always puts a woman in the right mood." I looked at Tom and he shrugged his shoulders slightly. Fair enough. I heard him talking to himself when I went to bed. “OK, OK now on to the next domination part of the surprise weekend. I mean, yes, Dad did rape me that very first time.