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I felt resistance. I tore her top along with her bra. Now she was naked above. She slapped me on my face. Damn it was so hard. I was so mad that I kissed her hard. I bit her lip and her lower lip was bleeding. She was turned on and she too bit my lip.We were literally sucking each other’s blood off from lips. After 4 to 5 minutes I broke the kiss.Me: what about society now?A: Fuck them, babe. I don’t care about them anymore.Me: Haha. I love you, baby.I kissed her neck. And I carried her to the. I remember a slight bump of contact, my cockhead at the end of her passage, then everything went white. I can’t remember any details, only impressions. There was sound – from both of us, I think. Repeating pressure and release. Consuming pleasure. Emptying. Love. Possession. Satisfaction. Power. Maybe even God.Then, like coming down from an hour-long headrush I was back in myself. I opened my eyes (I hadn’t realized they were closed). Lyn looked back at me from the bed, breathing heavily. Here. She laughed and said it was time for us to go too. She grabbed her tray and we were on our way back to my dorm room (which was now also hers for the time being). On the way we stopped by the student health center for some free condoms. One of the awesome perks about going to a health-conscious college! ***** She and I lay back down on my bed. I had already taken off my jeans I wore to breakfast and put on a pair of athletic shorts. I could tell she was looking at my leg again, but tried not to. She just wanted the money.Even though he gave her everything she wanted in the divorce settlement she never relented. All she wanted was more money.She had exclusive use of their very nice house and custody of their son. Yet, she wanted more and more. It never ended. She never relented.Even though she risen to the executive level in the Telecommunications Field since their divorce and was earning a triple digit monthly salary, five times what he earned in a week, she wouldn't relent. He thought.
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