"Shit girl!" said the thug who had the baseball bat, "Why are you fighting? Stop fighting us!" Yeah! We don't want to fight. We want to play!" said th... other thug.Alyssa hung her head trying to regain her breath as the two thugs felt her up.The collapsed carboard boxes came alive as the thug leader crawled out of it with his knife. "Looks like you messed with the--" he was about to say, but suddenly Alyssa sprang back into action. With one foot to the left, she kicked the thug in the groin. He. It was all such ashockthat she only started screaming when she felt the sharp impact of his hand,although whether it was more from the physical pain than the humiliationthat she felt, she wasn't sure."Don't you" ...... "ever" ...... "come into" ...... "myroom" ...... "again!" ... he yelled at her as she sobbed andwailed from his beating.He was so caught up in what he was doing that he didn't notice that even ashis armed rained down she seemed to be getting a little heavier. Neither didhe notice. ‘Yes,’ she hissed. ‘There’s no way to deny it or forestall it. Are you spending, Constance?’ ‘I’m almost … oh, oh yes!’ This time, it burst over her with even greater intensity. She felt Jean-Pierre suddenly turn taut as a harpstring. He cried out like a doomed soul as his cock pumped its creamy seed, a copious torrent of it, flowing around the mingled joining of their bodies. ‘There,’ Jacqueline said, and her tone was as satisfied as if she’d been the one to come. ‘There, Jean-Pierre, you. Then her fingers slipped easily inside her wet hot pussy and she began thrusting in regular motions... up and down she fucked her fingers. I began telling her how much I wanted to taste her juices... wanted to feel her pussy pressed against my face as I fucked her juicy pussy with my tongue. This talk only increased her fingers movements as she reached down with her other hand... spreading her pussy lips wide... she dipped her other fingers deep inside her pink little hole... then up they.