As we walked in,the place is small,and it was packed.All eyes were on Red,seeing as she is all dressed up in her "I'm gonna get my pussy licked/and su...k some serious cock tonight" clothes on. Our eyes adjusted,and John is waiving us over to the middle of the bar,where he is sitting.By the time we say our hello's,the guy sitting next to John,who had his eyes fixated on Red's tits,shook hands with John and left, freeing up one seat.Red took the seat next to John,and although I couldn't hear what. Her skin is dark brown. She’s Muslim, but instead of being completely covered, she’s naked. Disgraced. The crusty white filth is slowly dropping from her mouth onto her naked body. This poor girl, her body is half skin, half whip marks. The crisscrossed red lines on her body, they look like the American flag. The semen is slowly drooling down from her mouth, on her breasts, her stomach, and dropping fifteen feet to the ground. Some of it stays attached, falling down her legs, reaching the iron. Beginningat my rear, he rubbed up my back, then back down and down over my legs. When hemoved his hand back up, he flipped my skirt up over my back. I reached backwith my hands and pulled it down but he pushed my hands out of the way andpulled it up again. "Mark!" I whispered loudly. "Cut it out!" "What?" Holly asked. "Did you need something?" "Uh, no," I stammered. "I'm fine." I felt his hand rubbing my pussy through my panties. He soon slipped afinger under the band and into. “No?” he repeated, voice skeptical and amused at once.“I want you. In me. Do it – do it now,” I insisted, angling my hips to brush my core up against his large, hot, firm length.He groaned again and thrust back, pressing his erection along the length of my slit. “Maker,” he cursed. “Are you-”“Yes, I’m sure!” And then I moaned long and low as he filled me in one, firm motion. He felt amazing, and I found myself babbling in appreciation, urging him on, describing how big he felt, how perfect. He.