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chest. “You know you did, but stuff
happened.”
    “Yeah, I know
something happened, Twink. You let Danny into your panties!”
    “Fuck you!” I
scream. The pain of his false statement cutting me like a physical
assault. I didn’t let him, I didn’t let him, the young girl
inside me begs me to scream aloud. Release the truth from the dark
shadows that keep me shrouded in their dark lies and secrets.
    He rushes me,
and I slap him repeatedly. “I hate you, I hate you, I fucking hate
you!” I chant, connecting my palm to his chest over and over, and
then to his beautiful face. He grabs my shoulders and shakes me,
and then his hand comes down on my cheek. It isn’t painful, just
shocking. Even when Danny’s mad at me, he never strikes me. He
prefers to show me how easy it would be to end me without the mess.
He knows he could end me with just a hand to my throat, but his
most torturous punishment is his softness. He is always gentle with
me when he takes my body. He kills me slowly, with softness, and
owns me with fear.
    My eyes find
Sammy’s, his blue depths full of lust. Wet need pools between my
thighs.
    “You hit me,” I
breathe, my chest rising and falling with every intake of
breath.
    “Don’t be
dramatic, it wasn’t hard, and you hit me first.”
    I lift my hand
and slap him again. He purses his lips in frustration and then
slaps me back. I inhale sharply, my eyes narrowing from the contact
then pounce on him, ripping at his clothing.

 
     
     

     
    R iver launches herself at me, tearing at my clothes.
Her soft lips find mine and I groan. She clings to me like a
monkey, her limbs wrapping around me tightly. She weighs fuck all;
both my hands are free to roam as her thighs hold her around my
waist with a firm grip. Her nails scrap over my skin so hard I know
she’s drawing blood. My little Twinkle Toes likes it rough, who
would have thought? Her tongue probes at my lips; I open and
massage my own to hers. She sucks at my tongue, forcing a moan from
me. Her hands move up into my hair, tugging frantically at the
strands. I back her up, swiping my arm across her dresser and
knocking all her shit to the floor, lifting her ass onto the edge.
I pull back from her lips to rip open the top of her shirt. The two
buttons fly in all directions and the tops of her perfect round
tits are displayed in a black lace bra. “Fuck,” I groan, burying my
face in her cleavage. I grasp the opening I made in her shirt and
tear it straight down the middle, exposing her tits and gorgeous
flat stomach. She’s stunning. I reach for the materiel between her
tits and pull, snapping the material in two. Her full, heavy
breasts spill out as the torn bra falls to the sides of her body.
Her hard, rosy nipples stand, straining into tight buds, begging
for my mouth to devour them. I bring my mouth down to cover one
nipple, my tongue tasting, swirling, and sucking.
    “Oh God,” she
moans as my hands grasp her ass, squeezing tight. I raise my head
and bring a hand to her hair. I tug her head back and bite down on
her lip, pinching her nipple with my free hand, and she
quivers.
    “Yeah, you like
it rough, Twink, don’t you?” I say against her lips.
    “Give it to me,
Sammy. Fuck me,” she begs, and my head swims with pure lust,
building up need for this girl. I lift her under her arms and throw
her onto her bed. I reach for her jeans, yanking them open and
pulling them down her legs. Her heavy panting breaths are frantic,
raising those amazing tits of hers up and down rapidly. My dick is
so hard it’s almost painful and I pop the buttons on my jeans to
release some of the strain. My eyes devour the image of River
stripped bare, down to her black lace panties. I devour every inch
of her, submitting her curves into my brain to use every time I
need a release. I’ve seen a lot of females naked, but none came
close to River. She’s pure fantasy perfection. Her skin soft to
stroke but firm under my hand, her tits are full, with a