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Hekatombs
Afterwards she wanted to light a cigarette but I said no, I hate the smell.
Turn on the tube if you must and watch them sentence the president to death.
That'll be the day, she said and sneered,
reaching for the butts again. I grabbed them out of her hand. I had to pry
her fingers. They were white and blotched with red where the knuckles stretched
tight against the skin and there were dents in her palm where the nails
dug in. You bastard, she whined and turned over on her stomach and wrapped
her arms around her hair, blond, straight and dirty. Her nails were painted
pink and made a good color contrast, splayed across that mop. I slowly pulled
the sheet down over her back and got on top and pulled her ass cheeks apart.
She was still wet and didn't say anything as I slid in but she started to
breath harder and dug her fingers in to her scalp. I
lasted a long time and she went around the rollercoaster a few times before
I was done. As I pumped I concentrated on the
feeling of her ass against my stomach. The fit was tight like a pair of
biking shorts and after a while the sweat made suction as her cheeks spread
and contracted against me, sometimes catching the hair that grew out around
my belly button. As I closed in I put my arms under her arms and gripped
her shoulders. I kissed the wing tips of her shoulder blades as she was
coming and here I felt all my muscles contract and she contracted with me
as we rolled across the width of the bed, tangled in the sheet, crushing
the
discarded pack of butts and finally landing on the floor. She was on top
of me now and she reached down to touch me and press me further inside and
touch herself too.
I opened my eyes now and noticed that the light coming in between the closed
slats of the plastic venetian blinds.
Morning had arrived.