Who could blame them, the slave leathers hugged her torso like a corset, showing off her hourglass physique. Cleavage was not left to the imagination,...the top of her breasts where always exposed and always caught the lustful gaze of men. The tight dress was so low-cut that bending over would expose her bare ass to any onlooker. The dress was a mark of shame, a constant reminder that her life had less value than those around her. The final shame was a tattoo that is branded on the upper arm of. As intended,fighting all those random mooks had gotten his blood boiling, and now hewas ready for a real fight."My my," a feminine voice spoke, catching Travis's attention. He cranedhis neck in the direction of the voice, seeing a feminine figure sittingat a vanity table, a powderpuff in one hand as its owner applied hermakeup. Taking a quick glance around, Travis noticed he was in some sortof run-down dressing room; tables with lighted mirrors lined the walls,various cosmetics and hair. I picked her up then laid her down. I smirked up at her as I started to rub her cunt entrance. "You made me cum in your mouth, now I will make you cum in mine." I then began to suck out her cunt. Her juices on my tongue as I pushed it in and out of her hole, and teased her petals and her clit.She begged and begged for more, and I complied. A few more moments later, her love nectar came into my mouth. It was sweet as honey.I climbed on top of her and started to tease her entrance. "Are you ready. I could understand his plight, Anya was fucking incredible. My boy was all twisted up in knots over her. ‘Yeah!’ I yelled back. ‘I’m coming.’ ‘Let’s go! We gotta open in forty five, man!’ Fuck. No time to shower. Probably stank like sex. Oh, well. Fifteen minutes later, I was dressed and ready. Jack was already out in his truck staring at his fucking phone again. ‘Dude,’ I grunted at him. ‘She’ll fucking call.’ He cut his eyes to me and tore out of the driveway. Damn, boy was fucked up over.