She started to tighten her jaw, but his other hand reached down and pressed against the joints of her jaw painfully. "If you bite me," he said in a lo..., deadly growl, "I can enjoy your body just well cold as warm." She shuddered, relaxing her jaw and allowing him to use her mouth. He thrust with a steady pace, though it was merciless, hard, no care for what he did to her. Surely she would not be surviving this. Once he was warmed, he pulled himself from her throat. He walked around behind her,. That black guy with the glasses… no, he has a girlfriend, they’re kissing each other tenderly. She walks upstairs, where the dance floor is. It’s packed with people, so she settles for standing against the wall o watch. There’s a group of guys over at the big table in the corner. A gang. They’re all dressed the same. Oh, no, she’s not going there! She’s heard enough horror stories about gang activity to get herself mixed up with such people! However that skinny guy at the end of the table… He. Joe and Ken said they'd be contacting lawyers to see what their options were by way of divorce. With the DVD and the internet links, they thought their wives wouldn't fare too well. They also insisted that Pamela and Estelle be tested for STDs today to know whether they had passed any disease on to their unsuspecting husbands or any other sex partners they had. All four women were completely devastated by how events had unfolded. Only two weeks had passed since their night of fun. They were. His cockhead and fingers were moving with more focus at my hole, pushing tighter and tighter against me. “You ready to get fucked?” He asked in a harsh voice. I nodded. Then I felt a finger or two push quickly and deeply into my butt and when he repeated his question, his voice was deeper and even scarier. “Are you ready to get fucked, bitch?” he demanded of me, pushing his fingers roughly, as deep inside me as he could. “You ready for that cherry to be popped. You wanna get fucked?” .