An hour after yet another round of one-sided sex I was no less sure there was no love left, just frustration and pain. Penelope’s short-cut nails dug into my wrists, luckily not hard enough to break the skin for the short time she fought me with strength. Indian sex Penelope clawed harder again at my wrists and I bore down again on her throat, pushing her to buck and heave all the more under me in her struggle for life. Penelope’s mouth gaped wide, letting me hear only a airless wet noise, her desperate struggle for air useless,
Penelope’s face quickly reddened, my roughly gripping fingers bearing down on her neck veins.
