"Did I hurt you last night?" Phobos asks breathlessly pushing his erect cock onto my ass his voice vibrant and saturated with arousal. The pad of his right forefinger gently follows the outline of my slick vaginal opening that was barbarously ravaged last night and I gasp at his antics, his touch evoking a fierce need within me.
"No, you did not," I whisper my fingers clutching onto the kitchen counter for support. We had another argument yesterday, it was not a big issue but we both had gotten enraged with the other which led us to have passionate sex fueled by our temper. It was rough and unyielding the type of fucking that made me lose my mind. He took me over and over in all the lewd positions he preferred and thought was fitting as punishment. Standing, bent over...kneeling.
