Bore
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Was boredom a medical condition? The consensus was that it was a normal response to some situations, but prolonged or frequently occurring boredom could be a sign of depression. Did that mean she was depressed? At the moment she lay on a tattered mattress in some dingy, rundown motel, the coarse material scratching into her cheeks. The grunts of the man fucking her and the encouraging sounds from the other man holding her down were the only sounds that could be heard in the room. The other man had already had his turn and was now keeping her immobile by pinning her to the bed; his knees buried deep in the small of her back while his big paws clamped down on her wrist. She heard the man growl in laughter. "Girl, you are tight as fuck! I love fucking your tight cunt!" She disagreed with him. She could barely feel his penis as he drove in and out of her, and his cringe words made her want to pluck out her eyes and roll them on the floor. Even as the man finished within her ass with a low, satisfied grunt, her attention was diverted from the pain in her lungs and the wet sensations between her legs. Her thoughts were focused entirely on one question that swirled around her mind: Since when was living such a bore? Warning: This book contains strong language, sexual content, scenes of violence (intense and non-intense), and should not be read by anyone not mature or above the legal age of their country.
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