“Okay,” Caleb tells Darcy, “I’ve been practicing on slices of fish.”
“Are you kidding? “Is that big?”
“Yea, it’s bigger than most.”
“Does that mean it will hurt more?”
“I don’t know, I don’t think so. Blowjob porn Darcy wonders if she should tell him the truth or not. She opens her eyes and sees Caleb with that wild look still in his eyes holding something long and shiny, and sharp. Caleb reaches back his right hand and on a particularly hard thrust he throw his fist in Darcy’s face and it sends her sense reeling. He starts fucking her faster and faster, using his knife to draw crooked and curved lines on her chest and arms and face. “The woman in the painting.” he drops his eyes but keeps his grip, “The woman in that painting my father bought last week, she came and told me I have to do this.”
Darcy wraps her hands around Caleb’s wrists and struggles to say, “No, you don’t have to.
