- Yes you are, now get on your knees, says Mauro by unzipping his pants and take out his big cock.He forces me to get on my knees, grab my head and ap...roach his cock from my mouth and i had no choice to open it and suck it. After a few in and out, he pushes me to the wall, tear my string and top and finger me roughy as he bites my nipples.- Let me go, as i say with fear.- Shut up bitch, you are just a nasty fucking whore. I will **** your body.- Stop or i scream.- Go ahead, nobody can hear you. ? I think we can evenmatch this shade, unless you would like something different, like aclassic red?" No, really..." I do think we need to change to match your hair now.? Leave it to me,and I'll set you up.? You still like the hair color?? I think it matchesyour eyes.? What color was your hair when you were young?"From somewhere deep inside, his brain answered as if on autopilot, "Mymother said it was almost orange when I was born."? He seemed incapableof answering more than the last question. I felt a pressure almost like I had to pee, but then there was release from the pressure. This alternating sensation turned discomfort to immense pleasure. “Oh my god, oh my god!” I exclaimed the tail end of each sentence wrapped in a moan. He took the queue and kept this up. I moaned louder and louder as the pressure built up inside me, my breathing becoming shallow and hard. I felt my skin prickle. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, just like that, don’t stop!” The words escaped my mouth, now moaning. She felt him begin to soften and wrapped her arms around his neck, pushing her body away from him so she could watch this amazing male function. Only when he was completely flaccid did she speak. “Oh my. It really does get smaller doesn’t it? Well, I guess I’ll need to get you hard again if you’re gonna show me how to put this thing on.” She reached down and picked up her panties and wiped off her hands taking note of the warm and sticky texture of his cum. She then wiped the large dollops off.