I groan and try to push him inside, but to no avail, he backs off each time I try to push him in. “You gotta beg for it baby. Tell me what you want...” “No,” I moan, “I can’t beg, it’s so wrong, I can’t.” He continued to tease me sliding in slowly. As he did so Steve advanced and pressed his cock against my lips. “Suck me darlin’.” Steve said, rubbing his cock against my lips, precum already forming on the tip. I moan and for reasons I can’t explain I open my mouth willingly. As Steve presses. The money my parents gave her was supposed to be for me. Since her parents haven't paid mine back yet, she needs to find a way to pay me back, because that money was rightfully mine. I don't time for charity. If I did, then I'd end up like her and her broke ass family. You got that?"Amber's message was so long that Carrie had fallen back into her slumber. I wanted to leap from under the covers and choke my cousin to death. She didn't have to put me on blast like that. She's such a bitch.Amber. How wrong could my vision of the Trade Fair have been? It was a Sex Trade Fair; and we were the guinea pigs for them to demonstrate all their products on. When we found out we were stunned at first. Then I was nervous as hell. I strongly suspected that I would have to have full sex at some point in the next 3 days, I'd only had full sex with one man before (Brent) and I was nervous and excited all at the same time. My pussy was wet just thinking about it. It was a good job that I didn't have. Vennoa remained silent and morose as they walked, even while Fender tried to make small talk with her.Suddenly, Vennoa spotted a nicely-dressed old man leaning against the wall of an alley. It’s that man! She broke off from the group without a word, and headed directly towards him.“You! Tell me what you want,” Vennoa declared as she walked into the alley and approached the man.“Me? I’m just a simple old man,” the man replied, shuffling some cards.“Don’t make me hurt you,” Vennoa said, taking.