The main obstacle was that I lived on the 4th floor, and she lived on the 8th. I had to think of something to make her walk down the stairs instead of...using the elevator. So I made a couple of experiments and found out that our elevator would stuck if something is stuck between its doors somewhere around 2nd floor. Now my plan was complete.Finally, the day XXX came. At the university, I could hardly sit still. After the lessons were over, I rushed home and prepared everything. It was already. Thus began a heated battle between two titanic forces, and the air between us was filled with tension, cussing, and the occasional Twinkie. The battle reached its climax when my coke ended up all over his head, which wasn't taken lightly by Greg because he loved his hair more than life itself. I would have been beaten within an inch of my life with a bowl of pudding from the back of the truck, but my demise was cut short by something I saw on the side of the road... "Hey, what’s that?". “Let’s fuck again Emma, you want to feel my cock inside your tight little pussy again?” I didn’t, but I did, I needed more, I was such a slut but I couldn’t help it. “Tell me Emma tell me you want me to fuck you”. He was so wicked making me say it but I did and then he made me turn on my side and said he’d do it that way. I wasn’t sure, I didn’t know you could do it any other way but he got behind me and with a hand on each arse cheek he spread them and started nudging at my slit.Slowly I could. We used lots of lube, and fucked her, and fucked her, and fucked her, non-stop, with sometimes the guys inserting their fingers and trying to stretch her as much as possible. Gradually her hole became noticeably less tight, until, after perhaps an hour of this treatment, she was made to again sit on the plug, and with lots of wriggling and complaining that it would split her open, it suddenly slid right the way up her. She was panicking that it wouldn't come out again, because while it was a.