She was screaming and cumming faster and harder than she had ever cum in her life. It was a hard painful fuck but she did like it and wanted more. Whe... he finally let her up she was sore and her clit was raw. He grabbed her and bit a tit and said "Now you have been used and fucked like a true whore. Just like a street whore. Did you like it? Do you like it rough and your body sore afterwards?"He then turned her over his knee and began to spank her ass. He gave her ten smacks on one side then. He let out a yelp, gasping. Tamara’s hidden hand moved quickly, the narrow end of the hairbrush she’d hidden slammed into Haul’s windpipe, sending him sprawling and trying to suck in air.She was on him in a flash, using the brush to pummel his stomach, knee crushing his nuts with force. Haul’s eyes were wide and frightened, the man unable to breath beyond gasps. Tamara didn’t smile as she wrapped her fingers around Haul’s throat and squeezed. “You’re right, Haul,” she told him, “wanton slut. I'm in my bedroom above them, sitting at my desk and thinking about sleeping, but my cock is hard and distracting, thinking about Samantha's bubble butt. There's a visible bulge in my trousers. Time to get a beer. Downstairs in the kitchen I grab a beer and watch them on the porch through the french doors. They're facing away so all I can see is ponytails and shoulders and butts in chairs. I decide to make a subtle play. I walk outside."Girls, I'm hitting the sack. Have a good night." Goodnight. “When’s the wedding?”“Next year.”I had a myriad of emotions running through my head. Confusion, anger, lust, jealousy. I mentally prepared to delete her number. However, I knew this much: Fuck love and everything that comes with it. When we got to her place, we looked at each other for a short time. She bit her bottom lip. My penis twitched. I went in to kiss her aggressively. My emotions came out. My breathing became heavy. Hers too. My penis became hard quickly. I broke off the kiss, and.