I knew Penelope was dying yet lifted my left hand high and drove the knife down into her again, the cutting bevel of the blade punching into the upper slope of her fat, heaving belly close below her left ribs. An hour after yet another round of one-sided sex I was no less sure there was no love left, just frustration and pain. Mature sex Read 7245 times |
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She barely had time for the first sound of some hand-muffled exclamation before I used my full strength to drive the knife down into the center of her throat. Too many times she had gotten her thrill then called off anything to do with my pleasure as being too much for her to handle, or too painful.
