..ugh...ugh." More familiar sounds coming out of me with each deep thrust into my throat; he fucked my mouth deep and hard – eventually was taking a...long time.He looked down at me as I looked up – or eyes met and I'm sure my eyes looked disparate for this to end – his eyes were lost in the lust of the moment as he continued ramming his cock in and I was now totally his to use anyway he wanted. (Maybe if you rub his balls, he'll catch a nut faster) as I had with Brad, I reached one hand up to. Every time Justin came backstage he would always look at me first even though I wasn’t the one closest to him and that made me think if he was actually gay like everyone has said or if he is even bi and it gave me a hard-on just thinking of him being gay. At the end of the show he told the security guy to let me walk with him so I got up and went with Justin to his bus and he told the security guy to stay out and walked up the stairs. He told me to come in and as we walked in I sat down and he. If I never saw another chicken I would be happy. One day I was walking to the store in town, when a big, black car stopped next to me. the back window rolled down and a tough looking man asked where I was going. I told him to the store to get black bread and vodka. He told me get in and he would take me to the store. It was hot and I was a tired 16 year old so I said yes. The car was cool and their was vodka on the shelf in the car. My father had been "cuddling" with me since I was 13 and I. The shirt would be ruined tomorrow but it would be more than worth it. She pushed her head back into the soft linen of the sheets. She bucked against him, feeling the urgency rise up under the romanticism now. He laughed again, feathery breath making her nipples harden even more than she thought possible. She laughed back, frustrated, and reached for the button on his trousers. He stilled her hand. She groaned in frustration. ‘Just let me.’ He said. Just three little words but enough to make.