Palliative Care With Morphine

Trapped



Prologue and four belong to us in a country road. They were
months since I did it.
I never did with her.
was cold outside.
inside a burning sun.
It took a few minutes to tarnish the glass, a natural tent for the sin which would be completed shortly.
the spirits were already hot.
I had him put his long white legs on the dashboard, while he was sitting with the backrest down. That we were just leaving the bar.
I asked her to close her eyes because it is not too inhibited. I had masturbated in the dark of night under the streetlights of the course. It was after people had peeked, but my eyes had made them ashamed of ice. She had not noticed anything.
Starting up the car, had led him to take her. Along the way she had continued. Without shame, without stopping.
I felt his breath through his heartbeat was increasing.
But that was not the moment of shame.
would indeed come with the windows steamed up, amid the country, with the smell of sex and sin that comes out of the car, which is fixed on a seat.
And when he gave way to the sin of transgression.
do it in a car is a challenge.
With her we had already . And in the hormonal chaos
completely taken by lust, I wanted to do something special.
Until .... I found the solution to joint.
put one leg to the stool seat, pushed his body through the front seats and I support the elbows and back. The
penetrated from behind like an animal. She found herself as if she were in a corner, without the possibility of moving. Really. As if it were linked to abuse and iopotessi freely.
Liberal mind and I did.
That was the high point of the evening. The
when lust and sin equivalsero pure perversion.
What you enter without knocking, and that makes you grow inside. You do not spring any more. The drug
true. That the moods, smells, the cries and possession ancestale the female.
How and where you want. Without giving the opportunity to appeal.
What is decided is done. And I decide.
Lust ...