The man’s knees pressed into the back of mine, the roughness grinding into my own knees touching that rough brick, all the while her pumped into me....is long, hard strokes sent agonizing shards through my guts, like shards of glass cutting along the inside of my asshole. He drives that disgusting prick into my guts, deep thrust, one after another — tearing, ripping muscles around my rectum, God awful, agony from the invasion of my ass. He just keeps pumping. After an eternity, his thick streams. Just you," I said as she pulled off her grey jacket. To her credit, Malika took this in stride and smiled as she tossed the jacket on a bed and began to unbutton her shirt. She looked into my eyes, untucked and took it off, then paused for me to take in the sight of her upper body. Her shoulders were elegant, her slightly prominent collarbones looked good enough to lick. Seeing the swell of her breasts, even hidden by her bra, made my dick twitch in my jeans. Malika's tummy was flat but soft,. I usually watch this whole spectacle, and by this point my coffee is most of the time luke warm, often untouched. To be honest, I don’t even like instant coffee anyway, since it doesn’t have a smell. One early morning, few days ago, the noise of cafe’s shutters woke me up. I was convinced that I overslept, since the noise always marked the 6:30am, so I jumped out of bed immediately. It was only after I brushed my teeth, that I looked at the clock – I was not only not late, but in fact I woke up. Not ‘He-Linn-a’ or ‘He-luh-nuh’. No, he said it the way her mother had on the day she was born. ‘He-lay-na’ he had said, as naturally as if he had been saying her name his entire life. It caught her off guard and made her nervous for some odd reason. She caught herself staring at him and quickly looked away. She suddenly felt hesitant to speak, and she had no idea in hell why. He was just a guy sitting at a table eating his breakfast. He was polite, though. And something else. ‘I’ll be right.