“Hey Beatrice,” Jennifer said. Her hands were on the man’s chest beneath her, or at least they were. But when Beatrice entered, Jennifer always ...hanged her body language, got a little friendlier, a little more inviting. She put her weight onto one hand, still on the man’s chest, but the other raised to her breast, and she cupped it into her palm while finger and thumb caressed her swollen nipple. All while looking at the Nosferatu.Beatrice couldn’t help but stare a little. Catching the girl mid. ..pumping away inside of me...reaching forward on his inward thrust and squeezing and pinching my nipples as they swayed with his movements. I felt as though I couldn't breath..and I just knew I was going to pass out. I could hear his breathing getting faster and growing harsher or was that my own breathing that I was hearing? My heart felt like it would burst from my chest it was beating so hard. I found myself pushing back against him...doing my best to spread my legs wide and allow him full. People justsaw me as a loner and let me be. I left home at 21 after graduating from junior college with a degreein graphic design and soon got an apprenticeship with a company outside of San Francisco. I was able to do a lot of work from home on my PC so I wasable to set my own hours. This way I'd have the time to be free and finallydiscover who I really was. Best of all no one from home would know. So Istarted cruising some of the local gay bars and clubs. Over the next fewweeks there. I carry on sucking and going deeper and deeper and licking his balls and putting them in my mouth and all the while he’s rubbing my tits and turing me on more and more, he then pulls me up by my hair and starts kissing me and rubbing my wet pussy then lifts me up against the wall and lines up his huge cock, I could already feel the heat from it. “Go slow, ok? You’re bigger than I remember…” Without saying a word I feel his massive head push into me. I couldn’t help but groan. After I got more.