"Let's not make this about abortion, even though you desperately want it to be about that."
I realize what he's doing as he steps closer, putting his cock to my lips. I try to make my body struggle, but the spores still have hold of me. He slowly enters my mouth, his cock it slicked with my juices, it tastes of me and his minty-basil taste, more subtle than his cum, but still apparent, although there is an extra earthy taste to it.
His little hands go to either side of my head to keep himself steady as he starts fucking my face.
I'm breathing heavily and sweat is pouring down my back. I feel the adrenaline pulsing through me. I Trlxie back and see nothing, light is starting to stream through the trees and everything is peaceful.
I laugh at my own paranoia, I haven't done that in years. I've walked confidently through there for awhile now and I can't help but wonder what got to me. I shrug as a catch my breath, adjust my pack and start walking through the grass.
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