Unrepentaint. Impenitenti

"I'm sure you have had the opportunity to read this case in all of the facets as possible, to analyze the key suspects and getting an idea on who was the real culprit. But people often forget that we are talking about a video and not a murder as another. And today I want to talk about this, as behind a femicide there is a guilty party only, but the whole society. And how certain cases becomes a source of profit as well as attention and approval".

I had not chosen to become a criminologist because I liked the tales of horror, but because I believed strongly in what I was doing.

I continued on my presentation for another half an hour, finding myself to pull out of

a strength of will that I did not know I have. Not the degnai more than a glance.

Then, the student intervened to continue with another case. So, I resumed my place on the sidelines. Next to Bonavick, to the side of the classroom.

I heard the phone vibrarmi in the pocket. Kerys.

You look in the men's room.

I looked up on the stage, only to realize that she was no longer there. I was so busy trying to ignore that I had to go on. It was only his jacket and his things to occupy his place. A part of me knew that I could not leave the seminary, but another had already silenced the guilt, while avvisavo Bonavick and I went out of the classroom. My instinct had got the better of her once again.

Paths in the hallway until I found the bathroom

and I walked in. As soon as he saw me, Kerys

approached the door, and closed it with a key.

"Finally".

"Explain to me what's going on?"

He took a deep breath, and then he sat in front of me. "I could not stay to hear you explain."

"Do you get bored with it so much?"

He seemed agitated, his cheeks flushed and hair tousled.

Who knows what the hell the passed to the head.

"On the contrary," I replied, laying your hands on my chest.

His irises you jumped into the water in my with a understanding like no other. Vile. "I know I've said that I don't have to stuzzicarti, you don't want to push you over, me and you we can".

The lips trembled, while the breath lifted the breasts. The blouse she wore was so removed from me: at every movement of his body.

"But you're so full of passion when you speak. And I saw there and couldn't help but think to tonight." I began to breathe heavily, too. "Look at me. Look at me and tell me what I'd do, if I could".

I tried to take a distance from her, retreating, with the excuse to make sure that we were truly alone in that place. Then I came back to confront it to a safe distance. I couldn't be angry at him as well, not with those eyes clever staring at me.

"Kerys... It's better if we go back to

class". Then she put it in front of me.

"Teach me". I asked, bringing your

hands on my chest. I seized the wrists.

"We can't, remember?" I tried to return it to itself, and away, in the vain hope of regaining lucidity myself. "You are a trainee".

"Then, give me a lesson." With a gesture briskly grabbed the hem of her panties from under her skirt and made her fall back. There on the ground, and it looked like the chains of a man condemned to death. And the condemned, between the two, I was clearly me. Made me lose control. I a

The grabbed him and jerked his pushed against the sink, wrapping it with my body, and found his gaze through the reflection of the mirror in front of us.

"You have to stop to take off your fucking panties in front of me".

I'd be more restrained. I had arrived at the limit I. His wrists were bound in my hands, and my thigh pressed between his.

I was certain that he could measure clearly the inches of my arousal against her back.

"As if you regretted".

He bent his neck and I sank to the nose in his hair, odorai until the last particle of his being. And kissed the flesh. She began to pant.

"What do you want?", I asked her, hissing against his ear.

"Only that you finish what I started tonight."

I left my grip on her wrists and pushed it with force, forcing her to bend over and hold on to the mirror with your hands open. I could see perfectly in the hollow of her breasts through the reflection.

The heat began to condense around his fingers.

I had one last time to decide to take a step back and refuse.

To remind me that I was in the middle of my mental faculties, that I had a job to protect and to take forward. I could still hold me back. But I chose not to do so, and all hesitation vanished.

So I intrufolai with the hand under her skirt and I met his excitement before you even get to the point. If it was really what he wanted... who was I to negarglielo?

Immediately check my fly, stroking the skin near her femininity.

She narrowed his eyes, club going for that contact, albeit mild.

I seized it on the chin with the other hand. "Eyes to me," I reminded her, angry.

He swallowed and nodded, and at that point I went inside of her with a fingertip only. The walls receded from the pleasure. And I felt a dirty filthy bastard, but I couldn't help it, I couldn't.

"Fuck, so is it true that no one has ever touched as you must'.

The stroked him until the end, I joined a second finger, and she surrounded me , pushing against me in the throes of desire. I at that point I felt I was in the grip of mania to all the effects. I could not do less than to insinuate the free hand under her blouse and grabbed one of the two breasts.

The only thing that was keeping me from pulling my pants down and scoparmela there was a quickie I would have sufficed. If ever I had taken, I would have served an entire night. And all that time not whether we could grant.

He spoke my name in a moaning, intoxicated, her legs already shaking from the effort. I felt you in my arms all the passion of which it is consumed. It was beautiful, but not ethereal. It was the earthly as the most vibrant of the obsessions.

"Davil" he said. His voice was a symphony of enchanted for my ears.

"What is it, little fox?" I began

to move inside her, to explore and get to know her. And in the meantime,

tip of her breast was swollen between my fingers. I felt it leak between my own hands.

"Tell me". A

He tried to open his eyes, meanwhile, I continued to work on it, with gestures lenses, and I was passed hand to the other breast. My lips were on his collarbone, her skin was a sponge, ready to absorb my every kiss. I began to martoriarla right there.

He tried to speak, but he couldn't do it. His mouth opened again to moan, desperate. Then, a few words, direct: "Only you".

That was the membership that you felt on the inside, a thread that we tied. Just me for you and only you for me.