Donna didn't know what to do. She was almost out of her mind, her body so much wildly quivering jelly, but the idea of begging Tom Reynolds to fuck he... was more than she could stand. He'd beaten her, raped her, toyed with her body like she was just a piece of equipment lying around for his amusement. For her to bow down so fully to his whims that she would beg for the honor of taking his prick was just too much to stand.At the thought of his giant prick, though, another convulsion tore through. At the same time, I moved my hand under her short tight uniform, slid my hand up her soft, smooth thigh, gripped her pussy in the palm of my hand and felt her soaked panties. “I want your cock,” she gasped. “And I want your pussy.” I surprised myself by speaking like that but let my raunchy lust for her take over. Anna got down on her knees, unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, grabbed my throbbing cock and started licking the tip with her warm, wet tongue, then slowly moved it up and down the. I went to the front desk and signed in. Only two other people were there when I arrived. The two men were in their late twenties maybe early thirties and both in great shape. One looked like he was about to finish up judging by the large sweat stains filling his grey shirt and gym shorts. I headed to the locker room to change out of my dress clothes and into my gym clothes. The locker room had light brown walls and tiled floors of the same color. On the right was a large communal shower with. Her eyes go wide, slightly surprised he answered the door. He's stands there in nothing but a pair of red boxers. Her eyes meet his of ice blue, taking in his blonde hair and naked torso.A brief moment passes before they both succumb to the sexual tension pulsing between them.He grabs her right bicep, pulling her into the house and slamming the door behind her. His body crushes into hers, their lips meeting in an animalistic, desperate kiss. She moans as she wraps her legs around his waist;.