I look again, theblond one is talking to the other car, the brunette isalone, staring at me, now she is sad, and her eyes arescreaming for help. I can...t do anything, but I know,somehow I know that she is with me, I can even hear hervoice in my head, crying, screaming, she doesn't like herlife, Fuck! I can't do anything. I start to think about thegovernment, about capitalism, why does she have to do this,sell her body to the night, like Sting sang in Roxanne, butthat's nothing I can do, I am not. I was so exited i took hold of her head and started fucking her throat.It was amazing she was not stopping me at all.After a while i saw tears in her eyes.I stopped.She took the cock out and said why did i stophe tears are very natural thing.She said to use her head the way i would love.I did it i was deeothroating her.It was heaven.Sometimes she evee gasped for air i will levae her a little and then will fuck her.Her entire face was covered in tears and there was hell of a spit coming out of. She lies back in the chair, her eyes closed, her hairspread around her shoulders. The candlelight reflectsfrom her creamy skin. His eyes fill with the sight ofher – and a rushing sound his ears with the view. Hisbody feels unbearably hot and he can feel his skinswell with blood. His cock fills so quickly that itbecomes painful in his crouched position. She sitswith knees spread wide, her hand under a short fullskirt. Her breasts swell out from a tight white topthat scoops so low on. My orgasm is close so very close, reaching down I rub my clit as he fucks me faster his breathing is coming in short gasps. My cunt clamps down on him hard squeezing him so he can barely move, my orgasm hits me like a freight train, tearing the scream from my throat as I flood his cock with my juices. I feel him stiffen as he grips my legs tighter and pushes in again and again, I feel his cock twitch once, twice, he tries to pull out but I tighten my legs around him holding him there. Then feel.