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On her right ass cheek there’s a faint red mark that resembles my right hand.

She looks back at me. She’s tired. Scared. In pain.

But she’s not hurt. She knows I will never hurt her.

Her fingers are curled up, looking creepily arthritic.

I step closer to her, then drop down to one knee.

My hands grab her ass, kneading her soft, warm cheeks. My thumbs move between her cheeks and I don’t stop. I find her tight, hot hole and I press. It’s dry. It’s forbidden. It’s all mine.

I pull my right hand away and stick my thumb in my mouth for a second.

A little bit of spit is far from the necessary lube needed here, but it’s enough for a little fun.

I press my right thumb against her ass.

My Katie girl groans and her ass puckers against my touch.

I massage in small circles. She begins to open.

“You want me to finger your ass, darling,” I growl. “God, you are so perfect and beautiful.”

I quickly grab my Katie girl’s hips and I turn her.

She lets out a whimpering cry.

I can smell her wet cunt already.

This is why I do what I do for her. To her. Because of her.

I reach back into my pocket and take out a switchblade knife.

Her eyes widen at the sight of the knife.

I think about carving my name into her inner thigh.

Imagine her fucking fiancé finding that. Dried blood and the name of another man…

I slide the knife under her thong and one quick twist cuts through.

I repeat the same on the other side and I pull her freshly cut thong off her beautiful body and toss it outside my closet.

“Open your fucking legs, darling.”

My Katie groans already.

She parts her legs for me and I see how sticky her labia is. Soaked with glistening delight.

Ten years since I’ve tasted her cunt.

More than ten years actually…

I’m done thinking about time.

I ravage her cunt.

My left hand grabs her right ass cheek. My right hand grabs her inner thigh.