Sex is great and all...
But that's not how it works. Being molested is not a pleasant experience...
OK?
Even if she's hot...
... OK.
A hot girl is less bad.
Who hasn't dreamed about that at some point?
But seriously...
I know I'm all fucked up, missing a few pieces, but not being able to escape from a girl while she's riding me is kind of...
I'm definitely not enjoying this, even though she's sloppy and inexperienced...
Definitely not, OK?
It's just that she's Rank D... So I can only accept the situation.
It's not that I'm enjoying it...
She's just stronger than me...
There's nothing I can do...
"Faster, bitch."
... Damn it, Lucca. Let's help each other out, OK? What will the others think with you telling her to go faster while slapping her butt...
They'll definitely get the wrong idea. I'm not enjoying this one bit...
It's not like I like your moans...
How she asks me to spank her...
Your gaze...
The sweat on our bodies, illuminated by the moon.
... I wonder if Grandpa denied it like this too?
Although her knife scars are pretty stylish...
Maybe it's not so bad to have some like the old man...
... Okay, enough, let's get out of here, Lucca? She's crazy. It's not worth it.
Oh, my God! Don't do that to me...
Maybe it's worth it...
Seeing her butt sitting in reverse...
It really was the sight...
Her bouncing breasts were a delicious sight to behold...
But that wet sound...
Hold on! Hold on! A month isn't enough to get precocious, Lucca...
Whew...
I got goosebumps from her grip...
Ah... Ah...
At least I managed to hold on. Oh, my heart.
Her sitting on me is going to kill me. She makes up for her inexperience with how good she is inside...
What a woman...
Crazy, but what a woman.
I won't be able to take being passive for much longer...
Let's play a little with your dirt road.
I managed to breathe a little while she was surprised by me, putting my finger in and caressing her little dirt hole...
I'd love to pull her hair now and put her in her place...
Too bad. The only thing I could do now was take advantage of this chance and take control...
Not that I'm enjoying it, but it's less bad for me this way... Okay?
Unable to contain my smile, I managed to reverse our positions...
Holding her arms behind her back, I stepped on her head, keeping her face on the dirty floor...
"More! More!"
She screamed. Shaking with it...
Damn. Running was useless...
Not that I intended to, but it wasn't like I was enjoying it either. Definitely not...
I was forced...
I'm the victim here...
But that's how it is. If you're out in the rain, you're going to get wet.
.
.
.
Wow... Doing that in the woods was quite an experience, but I don't want to repeat it...
I think.
That was my first thought when I woke up. My calm smile. Satisfied...
Nothing could bother me at the moment. Not even that damn sun on my face...
Or so I thought.
Looking at Lydia still sleeping on top of me, with an equally satisfied smile, I felt a little embarrassed...
I went too far. That's what the bruises here and there said...
Damn...
But how is it my fault that she's crazy to that extent?
And it's not like I was unscathed. I was covered in bite marks and hickies too...
But it's interesting how I haven't healed from that yet. Maybe because they're not injuries or something serious enough?
Or do I not understand how injuries work?
It's curious. Maybe if I don't understand something like injuries, my healing rate will be normal?
That's good, but now is not the time...
I ran my hand through her hair as she woke up.
"Good morning, bitch..."
... Damn. I called her that automatically, but she didn't seem to care.
"Morning... You were so rough, master... I loved it."
And why didn't she care, right? What kind of dark romances has she been reading?
Master? Seriously?
"Call me daddy."
I prefer something like that. Unfortunately, she didn't...
"No. The master is the master."...
Yeah. There's no point in arguing with crazy people.
"All right. Get dressed."
I said as I tried to gently push her off me, but one look from her and I threw it on the floor.
Fine, if you want to be treated like that, okay. Who am I to judge?
I got up with some difficulty, looking at my clothes...
That bitch... Sigh.
I can't even wear this. It's completely torn. Not to mention that I'm even dirtier now...
I need a shower.
"Lydia. Is there somewhere you guys used to shower? Or a shower at the camp?"
I asked, but, as if she were throwing a tantrum, she just looked at me without answering...
It's okay for me to be rough in bed, but does she really want that for everything? Crazy...
"I need a shower, bitch."
Finally, she answered, taking my hand.
... It's really not worth it, Grandpa. I'm crazy, but I have the good sense to know that her taste is too crazy.
I hope she doesn't get pregnant...
I let myself get carried away.
... Should I start smoking? I'll be able to use the legendary — I'm going out to buy cigarettes — excuse and never come back, in that case...