And the best way he knew to escape pain was to have sex. Fucking, sucking, being fucked, being sucked, cumming and making others cum were his passion,...his hobby, his obsession, his fascination, and ... he often felt it was even his calling. Clearly that’s what his virile 21-year old body and his long-time obsession with indulgent sex were meant for. Ryan “got the hang of things” in Europe, and began pursuing sex even more aggressively than ever before. Erotic conquests of every kind became a. . maybe not ... but she was right.AllGood Orange is tasty ... it’s not Orange Crush. But, then again, nothing is. I used to die for Grape Crush. Until I almost did. That was an eye opener.“Melody, you are not immortal.”“Get out of the way, Surprise. I needa puke.” And I did.“Miss Two.”“Whyoncha materialize and keep me company?”“Am I stopping you?”“Seven is at the party.”“Go wow ‘em with that impossible red hair.”“You’ll be OK?”“I have my bo.”There was a shimmer and that red violet haired wench. I was programmed to think otherwise.Yet I’d never given any forethought to having gorgeous deities stick their hands up through my anus simultaneously stroking my erection to make my level of passion go berserk with pleasure. Here I was enduring just that very thing more of the time than not. I was even required to walk around with an arm up my butt and that caused visitors some great level of anxiety.Phew. That was a mind full to comprehend. For having just left parochial school days prior it. Traci shrieked in pain, and she clutched her pussy in agony."Fucking amatuers..." she heard Denise mutter as the girls footsteps went around to her head.The next thing she knew, Traci's crotch was directly above her, and her knees pinned her shoulders painfully to the canvas. Denise was facing Traci's feet, and the helpless girl next felt her top coming off. The crowd was jeering and banging beer cans on the tables as Traci's tits became exposed to everyone. Traci, her pussy still aching with.