My death

Story Script:

ACTOR1: God, you have no idea how much I hate telling you this.

ACTOR2: But you’re going to. Tell me how it started.

ACTOR1: At the bar. His hand was on my thigh under the table. His fingers were so close to my pussy, Mark. I was so wet.

ACTOR2: Did he touch you there?

ACTOR1: Yes. He slid his fingers right into my panties. He rubbed my clit while I tried to talk to you on the phone. His thumb was circling it, making me throb.

ACTOR2: Fuck. Then what? Tell me.

ACTOR1: He took me to the supply closet. He pushed me against the shelves and pulled my dress up. He didn’t even take my panties off, just moved them aside. His cock felt so thick when he pushed inside me.

ACTOR2: How did it feel?

ACTOR1: It felt so fucking good. I came so fast, with his dick stretching my cunt open. I was moaning his name. I couldn't help it.

ACTOR2: Did you come?

ACTOR1: Yes. And he came inside me. I felt his cum filling me up, hot and deep. I loved it. I hate how much I loved it.