Golden Ghetto
Posted Jun 24, 2013 by anonymous | 380 views | 3 comments
"No please.." I said breathlessly as he crawled towards me with animalistic desire, his eyes filled with dark lust. "Open your legs" He said, with such immense sexual passion. He wasn't himself since he saw me sobbing quietly, naked, not taking his eyes off of me. It was like some domineering devil had poisoned his normally affectionate discomposure and nothing could tame him. It was three in the morning and the smell of the cold, musky night air had filled the prestigious hotel room we were staying in. My pale body was subservient to his touch as slid his robust, steady hands and parted my white smooth legs. He looked upon my uncorrupted mound. "Please.." I said once more, quivering with every breath. I couldn't speak at all, I couldn't stop pondering deeper into the fire that had clasped the eyes of my love. I could feel my heart dropping uncomfortable levels as he lowered his manhood forcefully, but some how hinting unspoken encumbrance. "My love, don't!" I proclaimed. As soon as my vestal wall had surrendered he could feel his power, like a God trapped in his love for destruction. in those seconds all the tribulation he once had was over. Thrusting forward harder than ever. I could the heat and slickness around his shaft, a spasm around me. I could feel the inside my thighs, travelling down my body and across his. Around the room, the only sound we could hear was ragged breathing, he labored rise and fall my breasts. I could smell my heat, my fear, my desire...
Commented Jul 1, 2013 by anonymous
Dumb as FUCK.
Commented Jun 25, 2013 by anonymous
It was the bound of passion and sex that formed their love.
Commented Jun 25, 2013 by anonymous
Love & sex should be done peacefully not forcefully.