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And to ogle that jiggling set of boobs.Come again?Full stop; just enough force on the front brake so the bike doesn't flip.He turns around. Eyes confirm what he absent-mindedly observed from in front: what a delectable posterior in those anthracite leggings. That salmon hoodie, however... not exactly his cup of tea. But these luscious, thick thighs... What was that less pleasant detail again?He pedals, catches up with her. Full stop using his rear brake in the curve, kicking up dust, blocking her way. Spectacular—or so he thinks. Although stopped, she keeps skipping on the spot. Questioning look.“Nice shoes,” he grins. “Wanna fuck?” Always wanted to try this stale pick-up line.She keeps skipping on the spot, rolls her eyes. “Piss off!”“Too bad,” still sporting his smirk. “Hoped to tap that delicious ass.”She chuckles, “I like men who talk turkey but my husband's waiting. With dinner. Can you cook?”“So what?” he replies. “Fiancée's home too. Pregnant. Who will ever know? Just the two. If you like them so much, why do you have to hurt them? That's not logical.' Shows what she knew about sadism and mutilation. 'Because, fucking look at them, they're fucking perfect. You're fucking perfect.' 'No I'm not, but that's not a reason, not a valid one.' 'Then, how about this? Because I like hurting them. I like what I can do to them. I like how they torture. I like hurting nipples more than any other of your sexual parts. That clear enough for you?' And it was. And then some. She knew then her cunt was in the equation too. The torture equation. How could that possibly be? What had she ever done to me to deserve this? 'You fucking bitch.' I moaned as I touched my knife point to her hardened tit tips. 'You fucking, fucking bitch.' I growled as I gave her, her first mean kiss. My first kiss of really controlling her. Of really getting into her sex space and her head and her serious resistance. Her.
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