She rubbed one of her wrists gently, feeling the strange marks left behind, and her eyes drifted to the spot in her bedroom where the purple flower had originally rested. It was a more poetic spot to re-plant the flower than just throwing it away or planting it in some random garden. Mom xxx She bit her lip again to stifle the obscene noises that bubbled up, fighting not to scream through the wonderful fire of pleasure. “You can take your shit, and GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!” he hollered. His face was red with anger. This was where she belonged, was it not? There was still soil and shards of clay scattered over the floor, and Jessie bit her lip as her clit started to throb. It unwrapped itself from her face long enough to give her a moment to breathe – then pushed unceremoniously into her mouth, filling her almost to the back of
