Torture her, stretch her, pierce her, use her tight little entrances until they were no more than gaping holes but, instead, I was there, lying on my side hearing her breathe and the way her moans lacked sound – she had screamed her voice out.
Saturday morning, after a good night of sleep and while I ate breakfast, I was spending a good time watching on my TV that cutest little thing, nude and locked up in my basement, using the small cabinet with food, the microwave and the mini fridge to make herself a breakfast, when I received a calling which I already expected. Be honest, it’s not hurting that bad, is it?
She took a moment, taking a deep breath, then answering with her failing voice, N it –s not.
