If good girls didn't wear cha cha heels, then surely they did not get on the train to cross town to step on people.I never admitted to myself or anyon... else that the request intrigued me. I wasn't savvy in kink at the time, let alone knowing about brands, payment, and other things. I was a k** from the Southside of Chicago who barely knew about bondage and sex toys. The idea made me curious, but my morals and fear of jail held me back. One false move, on slip, and...CRACK!How was I gonna. Be… Gentle.” I don’t listen. I don’t care. When I’m inside my sweet little sister’s pussy I lose it, I’m simply not myself. “Just hold on baby, You can take it.” Tears are rolling down her eyes and I stop. Just to lift her off the toilet tank and lean her over it, standing bent on the waist. I grab her hip with one hand and place the other on her shoulder, actively pushing her into me. She’s groaning and moaning and crying, I’m ramming her insides deep now. Her pale ass is shaking up and down. He wondered about this Charlie Streatham. Tried to imagine what he’d be like …. “Are you Gerrard?” he heard a woman’s voice asking. Turning, he was confronted by a girl in her mid-twenties. No older. Blonde hair and sunglasses. Lipstick. Pale blue blouse tied under breasts that stuck out like torpedoes. Exposed mid-riff. Firm, tanned stomach. Mini-kilt. Long, long legs. Gerrard was almost speechless. “Who’s asking?” he smiled at her. “Charlie. Charlie Streatham. I booked in to play nine. She held it in her hands and began to push it inside her pussy. The foreskin had slid off fully. The head of the cock was getting a very warm sensation. The shaft was pressing against the wall of her love canal. Automatically I began to pump hard. She spread out her legs to the utmost and lifted them up towards the ceiling as she craved my cock to go even deeper into her. I too had this great feeling to move in as much as I could. My whole body wanted to simply fill her cunt. She began to push.