coco abuelita

I left her there, naked and bleeding, and the next time I saw her, she was at the base of the west tower, having jumped to her death. Galvin told me not to concern myself with her, that she was simply a broken toy, and that I would find another. But I knew different. She wasn’t a broken toy, and though she made her choice, it wasn’t suicide; it was murder. I killed her. I hurt her, I violated her, and made her life so painful that I might as well have pushed her off that tower myself. I knew it, but I didn’t want to accept it.

She lay there perfectly still for a long while, feeling her racing heartbeat against her fathers which steadily slowed with each passing breath. After what seemed like an hour, a muffled snore erupted from her father’s mouth and Sarah breathed a sigh of relief. She was dripping with sweat from the stress, but her pussy was even more wet. The entire time she had lain there, her father’s cock was filling her entirely, throbbing slowly, teasing her to the edge despite the fear. She barely dared to move as she knew that if she slid off his cock now, she would surely orgasm and collapse on top of him. And if that happened, he wasn’t going to sleep through that.

“For me too, baby!” he agreed, though it wasn't immediately clear to me if it was just that he'd thought it had been perfect, or if he meant it had been something he'd always wanted, too. I'd have to remember to ask him about that later, sometime Mom wasn't around.