And Mercy Warren isn’t a sorority. I still had his semen and my blog dried in my hair and skin. x video That night was called the Rehabilitation. I didn’t know much about sex, but I wanted romance, not violence. The smallest sign of my pleasure angered him, though, and the man folded me up again and hammered away at my cunt until he exploded again. I was to arrive naked. My wrists bled from the restraints and I had a streak of blood down my inner thigh, the last vestige of my virginity. When he walked into the kitchen he laughed at the site. I knew what was next, and frankly I didn’t care.
