He sprang to to his feet and tried to grab a towel but I grabbed it first. There before me stood Mort, about 5'10" very thin and almost completely hai...less except for his underarms and a patch of brown hair, just over his dick, complimented by a sweet bubble ass that I knew I was going to fuck. We stood there for a few moments and little did he know (or maybe he did know) what was going through my mind. I was thinking of what to do first. Fuck his sweet bubble ass, or take his long beautiful. It was still there, she'd just passed out. Damian chuckled before continuing. He thrust over and over, deeper and deeper, until he was fully enveloped by her ass. He reached to a nearby table, grabbing a needle and syringe filled with adrenaline. He stabbed it into Angel, who woke up with a shriek. "Welcome back," he said mockingly. Angel could feel every inch of Damian's monster cock, and the pain was immeasurable. Damian pulled out a few inches of cock, noticing a small amount of blood. He. We had talked on the phone and traded pictures. Me dressed as a woman of course. He was a white man, early forties. Somewhat handsome. Mostly indescribable. Average build. Average weight. Average Average. But the picture he sent me of his cock was wonderful. About seven inches. thick. cut. It made me so very hungry. And here I now stood in the hotel room, with my makeup on, my hair done, perfumed and dressed. A white pushup bra and lace panties. white thigh highs over my shaved legs. A pink. For most of the time I was just cracking jokes like a always do and partying with my friends even though I saw how she looks at me from the very start of the prom and that she’s a sure thing. Probably that`s why I wasn`t that interested. But then my friends started giving me shit like: C’mon man... look at her... she’s hot and you can see it in her eyes that she wants your D... maaan you’re a f*cking homo if you don`t hit that tonight.... at least do it for the team and u can tell all about how.