"Yeah, I am. Just f**k me, Rowen." She nodded. She was excited, yet a tint of nervousness covered her face. She pressed her lips, Her legs were trembling. I grabbed them and pulled her closer to me.
It was almost two years ago when I f****d her that night, and she was not even conscious. Under the drug influence when I asked her what does she want, she replied "f**k me." I was surprised to hear. I could have taken her to the hospital or any other place but I knew I would miss the opportunity.
"What are you looking at?" Why don't you f**k me?" She whispered again and started unbuttoning my shirt.
"As you wish, sweetheart," I smirked at her. And now after two years, I was with her in the same dark tiny room and she was begging me. She was crying to get f****d.
I felt her p***y tight
