A little ball of ice was unintentionally forming in my stomach. But every time we saw each other, even in our short dates, sparks flew between us and it always ended up in that little game of ours, he practically raping me, always adding something new to make me squirm like he was torturing me: pressing fingers in my behind, twisting my nipples with his rock hard finger tips, doing it roughly… I could feel myself ripping. He was devouring me, insistently trying to make his tongue reach further into me, forcing his jaw up and moving strongly against my clitoris. “What about spending this weekend at my place?” he asked while holding me. I was pretty sure he had an evil grin on his face if I could see it. Riding, or at least being clutched to him while he was riding the bike, was awesome. Auugh!” I moaned and squealed with every movement in and out.
