Sex


Mar 1998

Sucking the juice dry from the stick of life she chokes. Fuck me harder, she screams this angry violence once more. He loves it. Harsh words and violent passion later he will wipe the slime from her body as she wipes the detris of his personality from her soul. Who abuses whom? Crash against each body invading orifice and thought thrusting into any opportunity given. Hard cock slams into wet pussy screams moans is this pleasure? There might be ropes or leather there might be another woman there might be machines or pictures there might be pain or pleasure there might be love.



© 1998, Audre Pouliot

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