#274524 - And I thought of him licking me to orgasm over and over, wanting my tight, wet body stretched around his dick more than anything else in the world, but obeying me by licking me until I said stop…and I came again. And he could hurt me if he wanted to—he was bigger than my father by far—but he didn’t want to; he wanted only to please me and protect me, he was so gentle, and he was mine… And with that realization, another orgasm broke hard over me, and I felt his fingers sliding with the water slowly toward my inner lips, and I realized he was going to try to gently finger fuck me, just barely inside, while the water licked and fucked me, and I screamed with pleasure into his cock, which made him start to throb against my lips. I was so sure that he was really going to kill me that night that I almost wet my pants; the only reason I didn’t is because if I had, that would have given him the excuse he needed to kill me.
