I can still remember the sting of his slap, dream or not. “You’re just like your brother. Indian sex When I tried to speak, he shoved his hand over my mouth and pushed my legs open. “Don’t push me away, Ness. My eyes felt like they were going to jump out of their sockets when I saw his pulsating cock. Grabbing my hairbrush, I decide I need something to take my mind off of the dream. The last thing I remember before floating into an inky grave was the face of my best friend Carolina mouthing “I’m sorry” and another blow sent me where I was desperately fighting to stay away from—my own personal inferno. Our fingers brush slightly and I almost drop the bowl in my haste to break the connection. “What’s wrong?” I smile, still not looking at him. Hunted. I glide my hand across my nipple to see if I could finish, but the mood is gone. “Vanessa, eat,” my mom says as she nudges my elbow. Acting quickly, I pull my hands away, push my legs down, and close my computer. “Nothing big, I just wanted you to know dinner is almost ready. I gasped as the huge head of his penis entered into me.
