Daniella's breath hitched in her throat as Alex began to ram into her body harder. She bounced up and down on his cock, fully lost to the throes of her passion and desire.
Warning: This story contains mentions of abuse.
It had been two weeks since Sam's, well, I just can't say it. I can't say the word "accident." I can't say death, because I cannot comprehend those words right now. I couldn't comprehend them at his funeral. I couldn't identify his body, because it couldn't have been him. It could have never been my Sam.