He put his hand on my chest and pushed me back gently. Xnx I felt stuffed. I was a forceful, unwanted one. “I fucking love you.” He said. “Stop! Shooting it up in me so many times I wasn’t sure if he was going to stop, and then collapsed on me. I didn’t want to give myself up to him. “I fucking love you.” He said. I pushed on his chest and tried to get him off of me. He reached around and snapped my little 32 B cup bra off. I parted my legs, with a dull pain, but I felt like a zombie. “No more.”
“Shh…” he quieted me, and I was literally too exaughsted to fight back anymore. Why did that feel so good? I shook my head and tears were clouding my eyes. I was going to fight the best I could.
