A Sensual Guide To Whisking For The Mature Woman, From Her Own Intimate Perspective

“No!” She/I wailed, “Not again!”
It was dim, and she/I had falled alseep with the window open. That’s how He found us. Porn She needed to find peace, and only I could reach out to her–to comfort her, by reliving her horror, and perhaps, allowing her to experience pleasure once more. Her struggles were weakening–no air to support them. Then his tongue touched my clit and I exploded. Limp as a rag-doll I felt him thrash me in his manic desire to fuck. They were around my throat, and I could feel him squeezing. Then his tongue touched my clit and I exploded. his hands were like a vice, crushing me. It had been the ultimate violation, and I needed to experience that pain to take it away from her. Alas, she/I was dead, and beyond sensual movement, but not beyond sensuousness.