When he took the bitten n****e in his fingers, he squeezed then twisted it until he heard the first sob escape her lips. Stopping was just as bad when the blood rushed back into the pinched and twisted flesh.
At last, ah, at last, he moved over her, with his erection dangling down between her legs and moving in around the sore spots on her thighs—he’d tortured the flesh there with hot pennies earlier that day. Now the hard, smooth head of his p***s made her tummy clench up spasming, her v****a bore down as if the thing were inside her. Oh, how she wished it were!
“You’re terrible to me!” she finally shouted. She could do that now, finally realizing that her protests had no effect on what he did next. He liked being terrible. He liked teasing her for days on end, not letting her come unt
