She gasped in horror, and tears began to run down her face again. Indian sex I held the knife to her throat. I began to softly thrust. I had sharpened it today. I looked in her crystal-blue eyes, and for a moment, almost ran. She slapped a hand over her mouth to muffle a cry. She tried to scream. I guided her onto her small bed and crawled up to her. I always thought that she was more beautiful when her hair was down. I had kind of hoped that I could dry-fuck her. If it slid in easier, then it wouldn’t hurt me. I would much rather her live with the trauma that she had caused me. I pulled my sweatpants down. I was going to make her pay. I caressed her big ass. I pulled my sweatpants down. I was going to enjoy every second of fucking her against her will. I spun her around and kissed her full on the mouth. Her shoulder length jet-black hair was pulled into a neat ponytail. She tried to back away, but I grabbed her by her hair and pulled her back to me.
