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Laws of attraction Chapter 15
Shane didn’t bother to listen what Molly was saying. Right then her head was spinning too fast to care and the only thing she could see was Carmen. Carmen and papi again. Carmen and Papi doing whatever they were doing. Doing probably what she was doing. Carmen laying under Papi and the anger rising again and again and again until she fell asleep.
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The next morning Shane woke up trying to avoid thinking of what had happened the night before. She then saw Molly lying next to her and again the feel of emptiness returned. She knew that feeling very well.
After a minute or two Molly woke up and found Shane sitting next to the window smoking a cig. Shane acknowledge her presence saying hi but didn’t look at her, at least not straight. Molly, nevertheless, got up and made her way right between Shane legs all the while slowly taking off her pajama shirt. Shane didn’t lose time taking the hint, for she was feeling bad enough about last night. Molly didn’t deserve all the shit she had to give, so better leave her aside and why not give her what she wanted, right?. She was sure Molly didn’t need to know she had woken up thinking again about the latina, so instead she got up, carried Molly to bed and started to kiss her slowly, making her way where Molly wanted her the most. She then ordered Molly to open her legs, which she did gladly, and started to maker her scream and scream and scream.
That was good. Shane was good at it. In fact, she thought, that was the only thing she was good at, the one thing she would never fuck up even though her emotions in that moment were none. Zero.
Shane had made Molly scream in pleasure and never felt nothing, this time she wasn’t even aroused, and whenever her girlfriend tried to touch her, she wouldn’t let her. Molly didn’t protest, for she was used to it. Shane wasn’t that type.
After making Molly scream another good time, Shane started to slow her pace and felt Molly’s head hiding in her neck along with tears, and God knew she so didn’t need that. She could never understand girls that cried after sex. It was just sex. I mean, I’ve just fucked your brains out, why the hell you crying after that?


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