Blog Comment: MIKE IN BRAZIL will be okay," he said holding his arm out to her. The foul stench of green mold and piss rose up from the floor like city smoke. She lay there on all fours, frozen, terrified. She opened her legs wider. She wasn't going to fight him. Her body shook with terror. Beck had never been so aroused. His cock danced beneath his clothes. He had never seen such a beauty. Such a petrified beauty. Shaking with trepidation. Long rivulets of brown hair spilled across her back, and hung down over her shoulder, shading her breast. Beck wanted to move the rivulets. He wanted to see her breast. He wanted to take the bloodied nipple in his hand, and flick it, pinch it, till moisture shot out her pussy lips. He wanted to bury his head in the cleft of hair above her clit. He wanted to pierce her with his tongue, and twist the red welts. He wanted to hear her scream.
