My rapist was good on his word about having people’s email addresses. Damn this guy could cum. XXX He started fucking faster, as I felt him tense up. I didn’t want his cum inside me, but I couldn’t do anything but take it. Good, I thought, maybe now he will leave. I was really fucking my pussy with fingers now, feeling another orgasm building up. I don’t think that, and I try to be nice, but it doesn’t matter. I started crying, and tried to get up, when I heard him say, “Damn, I was hoping you would be out the whole time, I haven’t begun.” I looked over to my side and the guy standing there, his pants were lying on the floor beside his feet.
