Fuck me! I looked at Kat and she grinned widely at me. She had a wanton expression on her face as she began to pull her outer lips apart. I sought out...the camera and focused on her fingers as she lightly played with her vaginal lips, opening them, probing inside herself, transferring her juices onto her bum hole and then gently inserting the tip of a finger into her ring-piece. I got closer. We both knew Tony was Ok with whatever we did now, and Kat was clearly up for it. Still filming I. He got a glimpse of her made up face from his seat, and her sunken, hopeless eyes didn't look alive, they merely looked at the world."Fuck it," Roland said to himself, pulled his 2002 Accord up to the curb and got out.He walked to her, and it only got worse.She was white. Had dirty, greasy, sandy blonde hair that was slack and touched her shoulders. She was tan, probably from standing on this corner, or others like it, all summer long. She had on Walmart-cheap, dirty white shoes. And her empty. She was more the academic type, while I was into the fine arts, so we didn't really hang out much. Tonight, she was dressed in a skimpy black dress which showed off her figure really nicely. With her naturally black hair, pale complexion, and with her black rimmed glasses, she came off as bit gothic, but she pulled it off pretty good."I never even knew about this place. Is there anyone else here I might know?" I asked."Maybe, " she looked around the room. " Oh, hey, you might know Sandy. She's. Once he had fully opened her cunt with his ramrod prick, he fucked her hard, his cock ramming into her in long, steady, insistent strokes that allowed for no denial. He still had her feet off the floor, draping her over his forearm as if she were no more than a rag-doll.Alanna cried, she screamed and eventually, she just could do nothing. Her nerve ends jangling and reason all shot to bits as wave after wave of total orgasm rendered her body and mind devoid of the capability to control her.