He asked, can she cross her ankles behind her neck? His ruthless manly finally did what all men do and vomited on me. My dad can have anyone use me. Standing on my knees in the middle of the bed, I pulled my nightie up by grabbing the hem and lifting it up. It was warm, it’s head bobbing in a sleepy salute, it’s veins bulging, pulsing in my palm at the same tempo and getting ready to set off. Grabbed my hair, but not to caress it, but to make confront me with his maleness. From top to bottom I could see his short hair, shoulders wide enough for me to sit comfortably on, strong biceps, chest muscles bulging like sails, abdomen like a statue, long, well-built legs, and that big thing dangling between them. I understood him, he wanted be rough, liked it play that way. He hooked his fingers in the string of my thong and pulled hard, ripping it off. Even though I stretched my mouth to the limit, he pushed his barely
