Alia's nail dig into his shit leaving the crescent mark over is as she was bombarded with the intense anger and flood of arousal like a liquid fire running through her veins.
She hated it. She hated what he was saying her mother, that old bitch ass hag is better than her in anything, especially in the sex. Younger women are better than old ones.
And yet her walls fluttered around nothing, her vaginal walls clenching secreting her love juices as it was slowly leaking and soaking her expensive silk panties, She wore for him.
This is insane, she should be livid. She is livid he is treating her like a used rag, use and throw and yet the way he says it, The way he punishes her making her crave him more, his touch, his hate, his disgust, his everything.
"You….You don't mean that, Right Alex?"
She hesitantly said to him as she just slightly loosened her grip on his body, not that she came to her senses, no, she was just losing it to not hurt him.
