I hate you but I need more!”
I moved a bit along the side of the bed, moving to my right to let my right hand touch the inside of Rose’s upper right thigh, fingers slipping up the warm skin towards her pussy, my wrist pushing against her belly flap. Indian sex Rose’s frustrated words at my stopping the finger fucking cut off suddenly when she felt the sharp cold metal at her navel, her head popping up with her half-closed eyes opening wide. “Ahh NO, It hurts, fuck me, don’t stop!”
Despite the fact I was riding Rose’s bulky fat body I was in some ways reminded of what it had felt like claiming a younger female’s virginity. I shifted my grip on the end of the hilt, putting the palm of my hand over the small terminal knob above her gripping fingers.
