He continually pushed me further. Like the time he came all over my face and then made me go see who it was when someone knocked. I plead for him to not make me do it, but he said if I loved him I would obey. So I did it, mortified when his friend Howard saw my face dripping with c*m and joked, "I hope I"m not interrupting anything."
Then my ex-asshole responded, "My c*m-canvas was just leaving."
I remember scurrying to a bathroom to wash off my face, and sobbing helplessly the entire drive home, barely able to see the road through my tears.
Yet, I loved him and I thought he loved me. So I"d gone back that very same night so he could f**k me for the first time.
Eventually he convinced me to give up my ass... God it had hurt.... and he sure didn"t use any lube, but just muscled it in dr
