I’m not hitting on you, I promise. “Oh… Free porn Then I feel him rubbing the tip of his member in my entrance, slowly massaging my labia and my clit. “Oh…” I flush and look down “I don’t know… I hesitate for an instant, then shook his hand. I decided I wasn’t making it to eighteen. “How did you get here?” I ask. Soon I’m on the roof. He pressed me hard against the parapet, my back hurting as I was being bent against it’s edge, and his motions were getting rougher each second. “Your eyes are so black…” he say really close, I can feel his breath “They’re like a flawless dark mirror, they are sad, but so beautiful…”
“So you still want to have me in your bed…” I say weakly, my entire body trembling. Genetically depressed. What turns me into a marionette of my inner feelings of self-destruction, of detachment from the world, from everything?
