It was required. He dragged her by one arm to the bed and tossed her down on it. Already defeated. I stood mortified as the woman castigated me to my aunt, characterizing me as the vulgar little letch who had pawed her daughter. My lips, surrounded by her vulva, were embracing the soft petals within. I tried to read something from her expression that would tell me that she was feeling different too. She was La Princesa, shaped only for destruction. He walked the three steps to the pale table she sat on. Each one stretching her, making her gasp and moan with the sensation of filling, each one pushing the one inside her before it even deeper, until she felt herself full to bursting. I stood mortified as the woman castigated me to my aunt, characterizing me as the vulgar little letch who had pawed her daughter. |