I want more. I want to cum inside her. A nagging desire to be inside her at all costs, moving like a massive blade through her body, tearing nerve after nerve. I'm letting go. I take a step back. I push myself away. Ideas about how to make her yours burst in the mind like blood-red jellyfish, giving out method after method. They differ from each other only in the degree of cruelty. Only one thing neutralizes them - she felt good. And I want to make her feel better.

Yana sits on the floor, her back against the door. Her knees are shifted, and her feet are spread apart....