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Ah, Pavel, yes…yes”! He started at hearing his name and then froze when she turned her face towards the grimy window. “Have me!” she panted, holding the blade over her belly between the palms of her hands so that the handle could be seized. She threw Hardcore her head back, “Pavel. Take me – do me”! Again, she teased her nipples with the cruel blade and her back arched. He was sure his face was invisible in the darkness and quite positive that she could not know she had been followed. As she writhed and moaned in the soft lamplight he told himself that she called his name because he was the last one to abuse her. Such a pain-slut must have been used by many men and women; she was using her latest pick-up as the protagonist of her fantasy, that was all. A pine log cracked and burst into flames, casting a warm yellow glow from the open door of the pot-bellied stove and she began to speak again. “Plunge it into me,” she beseeched, “stab me! Stab me over and over again until my lifeblood soaks you”. On hearing those words – the exact words Eva had used - his eyes glazed over. Pavel had relived that night in his dreams almost every time he laid down to sleep, and now while he skulked by this cabin window. In his waking life, he was a crusader against the cannibal ring who had seduced his Eva away from him, a dedicated servant of law and moral decency who engaged with the decadent only to trap and expose them. At night, when sleep finally overcame him, he was the man who had risen to the challenge and taken the knife, the man she needed him to be. She would have to grovel and beg while he regarded her with a calm, ironic detachment, not play-acting this time but playing with her like a cat. Something buried deep inside of him rejoiced at the thought of a victim weeping from her desperate need for release at his hand. He knew precisely how events should unfold from the moment she opened her eyes to see him standing over her. “Do it” she breathed. With both hands, she held the knife up to him like an offering and, with a grim smile, he bent down to take the hilt. He turned it over in his hands, inspecting the stainless-steel blade and the bone haft while her fingers crept over her flat stomach to her cunt. “You have not asked permission” he said quietly, testing the point indian with the ball of his thumb. “Please?” she simpered, writhing luxuriantly on the fleece at his feet and coyly regarding him from beneath fluttering lashes. “You may excite your nipples” he replied, without taking his eyes from the knife. She brushed her index fingers softly over the swollen tips, pausing briefly to wet them with her tongue, then pinched – gently at first but soon making herself moan. Craning her neck forward, she scooped up one prefect breast in her hand and sucked the nipple into her mouth. Her eyes closed blissfully. At this, he stepped over her to set a foot right beside her face. She beamed up at him for a heartbeat and turned onto her belly to press teen fervent kisses to the toe of his boot. Cradling his foot in her hands she lapped hungrily at the muddy leather while he looked down at her, idly switching the dagger from one hand to the other. Then he pulled his leg away from her and she turned an eager face back to him. Rekha: "I am quite comfortable with this one. Without thinking, one of her hands snaked down to her sex in a desperate attempt to quell the ache. The swimming mostly consisted of cooling Fallon off indian but involved a lot of grabbing at Jem’s crotch. That the night the War that engulfed my senior year in high school broke out and she had may have won this battle but mark my works I would win the War! I was in teen torture with my sister no more than 6ft away from me as we sat in the lounge watching telly with the rest of the family, l could see right up her skirt and she knew l was looking because she would give me a grin and re-cross her legs to show me a little more of her stocking tops my mother remarked had she ants in her knickers, l couldn’t help think how l wished it was my hand and in the end l couldn’t take no more and went for a bath to give myself stress relief. I didn’t have much time to think as the other 3 had their Hardcore dicks out waiting for my services. "You're just seconds away from disappearing forever!" Then I was crashing to the floor and I felt a pain in my back. Family, friends, they’ll exit your life. I’m not sure how I ended up as a flatmate or why Shelly asked me to room with them. I loved him laying on top of me with his dick opening my ass up. I guess that Tony making me sit with my knees apart has become a habit, and an automatic reaction. "True," he mused, sliding his cock up to run his shaft along her asscrack, "And if you want me to fuck your asshole I'd be more than happy to." My throat relaxes as I focus on my impending orgasm. If you hadn’t been forced, you probably would have gone back to the frat house for their cocks again”. This went on for several minutes until she got off him and stood up.