(day 8 last part)
Suddenly, I felt his tongue on my privates. I closed my legs to make him stop, but it only seemed to encourage him. It felt his tongue go inside me, and it made my body even hotter.
He kept telling me that I was really tight and wet, but I was too busy trying to get him to stop.
He rubbed the hot thing on my butt, and I started getting worried. I asked him what he was doing, but before he could answer, I felt it going inside me.
It hurt so much, mother, it hurt so much that I let out a scream. He bent over and hit me, mother. I was in so much pain from having him put that huge thing inside of me all at once that I started crying again.
He started moving it back and forth, too. I clenched my teeth and tried not to think about what he was doing to me. He started going faster, and I started hearing noises from his privates hitting mine.
I grabbed onto the bed sheets, since he was moving so fast it made me lose my balance. I don’t know when, but for some reason… It stopped hurting. His hot thing was moving so deep inside me and it started feeling good. I was still crying, it was my first time being with a man, but I also started begging him to go harder and faster. My hips started moving on their own, and I bit my lip to keep from screaming.
I remembered that he needed me to help him, and I started getting into it. He leaned forward and kissed me, right before spewing a bunch of hot, sticky stuff onto my back. I went to sleep, and I don’t know where he went.