"So what are you going to do for me, huh, Claire?" she asked, her voice suddenly quieter. "I mean, yeah, I can keep this incident to myself, but what ...bout you?" She stepped to me, standing about a foot from me, looking down. "How are you going to earn this? I mean, I'm putting myself at risk here, lying for you, covering up for you. Sure, you have a lot to lose if your mom and dad find out, but you've already lost that. If I lie," she said, a note of gravity entering her voice, "you only lose. You want it, right? Say please, mister, I want your fat cock to tear into my little cunt!" No, God," she protested, "listen, I've got money, you can take it, my mobile's in my bag -" I don't want that shit, you dumb little fuck," snarled the voice, the cold, damp fingers pressing harder against her pale skin. "Now are you gunna play nice or am I gunna start cutting?" Alright - alright, I'll do w-whatever you want." I know you will," the voice chuckled. "You bitches all want it anyway, don't. The movie became less and less interesting as Aaron ran his hand up and down my side, over my hips and butt. I could feel him trace the seam of my panty leg under my skirt. I rubbed my hand on the inside of his thigh, watching a slight movement occur inside his jeans. We were definitely not going finish the film. I sat up and Aaron brought his lips to mine. He moved his hands under my top and pulled my body closer. We stayed that way for quite some time, holding each other tightly, the passion. She was moving her up and down along me. I intently watched her every move. She was moving her head around and flicking the shaft with her tongue. She started going faster, bracing her hands on my thighs. I kept watching her, I sifted my hand through her silky blond hair and she looked up at me, with a mouth full of cock. It was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. I heard a muffled chuckle come out of her and she looked back down onto her mission. She went faster, and deeper. I could feel myself.