He slowly slid the double-dong strap-on in and out of Trina’s two access points. She had trouble focusing, remembering her plan, especially when he started going faster. Just as he was going to start the vertical line of a T down her chest, in between her breasts, Trina spoke up.
“If this is hell,” she gave him a fast left jab across his jaw, causing him to recoil. She unwrapped her legs from his waist, kicking him hard in the gut, she grabbed the knife from him. Indian porn “Over here! Now! Move it!” the Sergeant yelled in the background. Two EMTs rushed over, her sister, Kelly following them, draping Trina in a towel, assisting her to lie down.
*
Trina woke up with a splitting headache. Everything was blurry. She heard a muffled male voice, pleading, crying somewhere in the room. She slowly opened her eyes, recognizing the voice. It was her son. “Sure. If there’s anything to tell.”
“Well from what you’ve said so far, it sounds like it’s a no brainer that you two will go out, and go home for a nice evening of naughty fun,” Kelly said. “No, I’m fine. I must’ve dozed off for awhile,” she joked. Most of her head was wrapped up in bandages, her arm wrapped and in a sling, she felt like she was covered in stitches, the IV unit delivering medication, taking the edge off the pain.
