He strokes his cock in his large palm with graceful desperation, his neck straining, teeth gnashing, and cheek stained with my blood. “If I can’t have you,” he says, his jaw clenching and unclenching, “then let me mark you in all the ways I know how.” Slamming his hand on the table beside me, his moan turns into a long groan as he comes all over my pussy, the hot ropes of his cum coating my skin.
