Don’t ever try to fuck me again after tonight and this will stay between the two of us. If you do the world will know that you raped me. I am so drunk, I don’t know how much longer I can keep my eyes open. If I’m asleep when you’re finished with me don’t try to wake me anal up." I think that I passed out shortly afterwards, though I do vaguely remember felling Mack cumming in my pussy. This is a complete work of fiction, and has no correlation to any specific person, place, or event. Some of the characters' personality are a bit exacerbated, and I want it clear that I neither condon nor endorse any violently and aggressive attack towards any gender, this is just a dark story my mind created. Nothing More!!!! Annabelle's Introduction The following tale centers around a sixteen year old girl by the name of Annabelle Flint. An unusual name, but she was far from that being a very respectful teen, that saw only the brighter sides to life despite her many woes to the contrary. For her the first thirteen years of her life had felt like a dream, that sadly came crashing back down to reality when her parents who had been secretly Hardcore fighting for many years finally divorced. The thirteen year old Annabelle had been forced to watch in confusion, holding her faded teddy-bear to her pajama-covered chest as her heart-broken father gave her a tight hug, whispering that he loved her before kissing her forehead. As if this had not been cruel enough, barely two weeks later her father would parish in a devastating multiple-car pile-up that would cost four others their lives as well. For a few years Annabelle's mother managed to keep their lifestyle fairly normal, but her former husband's death had been more shocking than she expected, resulting in her developing a drinking problem that for the most part she managed to hide from those around her. Then the repression hit heavily within their area closing many pov businesses, including the clothing factory Annabelle's mother worked for, forcing them to down grade to a small two bedroom house on the outskirts of their town. Yet none of this ever affected blowjob the young Annabelle, who managed to keep her sweet charming personality, even when her own mother' was beginning to spiral into depression. It would take a little over a year for the area to begin to recover, by which time Annabelle would become aware of her mother's growing problem. Chapter One Annabelle breathed heavily keeping an even pace, nearly halfway through her morning jog, which she and her mother Rachael had adopted once her mother had left rehab. The painful memories of the year long struggle to convince her mother that she needed help still very vivid within her mind. Today her mother had an Alcoholic anomalous meeting meaning Annabelle was on her own, her long burgundy blonde hair streaming out behind her shining brightly in the late autumn's sun, as she ran down the narrow country road that bordered the backside of her neighborhood. Though young, Annabelle's body looked overly mature, particularly within her tightly fitted athletic shirt creampie and shorts. At only five foot three inches in height Annabelle had fair tanned cream-tone skin, with angel green eyes that ensnared your soul with a simple smile. Her breasts were a large 34D that were very firm to the touch, along with a well defined curve of her amble bottom. Sid ~ In the same class as Jacki at school. “Relax! He also started pouring himself into work a lot more too. Whereas I know he had resentment for Kayleigh specifically for her bullying, he had a larger resentment to women in general for their persistent rejection. I groaned, drinking in the delight of her mouth on mine. Hardcore “Fucking feminazi anal dykes.” I’ve never done this to a girl.” or something more?" Did she follow the rules?” he asked. “And she has left you pov much richer” Grigori remarked. Her shoulders slumped. I set blowjob my glass down which she picked up immediately before turning toward the sink. Pressing his tongue firmly against her, circling and flicking directly across the sensitive bundle of nerves. I can only softly caress her hair and whisper: “No more for creampie today, sweetie…” The question was random, and in fact, not something he expected his father to comment on.