Jerome Hill

She took ten in her spot with no problem, she loved it, slowly I stroked, in and out, her moisture was so slippery, I had her spread eagle for the passerby's to see, suddenly she pushed me, kicked me, scratched my chest, I love the animal in this one, the beast I forced out of her, the misery of what was taking place allowed the rage develop, she screamed, she moaned, I came, she ran, I was arrested three days later, rape was the case, I used to love myself, now I don't I am Jerome Hill