Chapter Forty-Three
Entering with supreme ease and overcoming just the perfect amount of resistance, Doreen’s p***s slid smoothly up and in until pubis met perineum. As that single slow stroke stuffed him up Karl sobbed not with the agonized rejection of the past month and a half but with the climactic reconfiguring of self he’d so badly needed.
Every previous tease from fingertip on up only hinted at this. Every cruelly domineering entry of big pink gave him a tantalizing taste of it before that big butch b***h bludgeoned him into subjugated misery. (Imagine that, indeed). This time he finally had the chance to appreciate the compulsory appeal of being so intimately invaded.
He didn’t truly understand it yet. More accurately, he understood it on some level but had failed so far to art
