Red was the color of passion. Touchdown after touchdown, the team eventually made up the deficit. As the quarterback ran for his life to the end zone,...she celebrated with her friends as it happened. The home team prevailed and won in dramatic fashion. However, the boys were borderline ogling at her, as her cute breasts bounced.The boys looked like frat bros to her. She knew all too well. They were waiting on her. They had a collective look of hunger on their face. She was drunk, not stupid. The. You grab my hair and pull me up, making me stand up next to the sofa. I can feel Daniel's eyes all looking up and down my body, as he reaches down to take his jeans off. Through his boxer shorts I can see his hard cock, and I look up from his cock right into his eyes. Daniel removes his shorts exposing his long hard cock and lies down on the sofa. My hair still wrapped around your fist you push me onto the sofa, onto Daniel. "Spread your legs and straddle him, you fucking cunt," you order.. Bria slipped under her covers, her eyes searching every corner of the room before Christy turned off the lights and picked up the remote to turn on the television. The first chords of the song Nobody Does It Better sounded until Chris turned down the television and picked up her notebook.Bria turned on her side, putting her back to the girl, facing the wall. She yawned tiredly, her eyes closing before nerves had them popping back up."Quit fighting it, Bria. You're safe," Christy said."Okay. 'Whoever you are,' the priestess whispered, 'help me beforethe guards find us together.' The red woman laughed, her head thrown back and her breasts quivering asshe chuckled. 'Have no fear of that, my pretty one,' she said. No Roman willinterrupt our conversation unless I will it so. As to my name?' She pausedand smiled more widely as those golden eyes glittered. 'You may call me Sadiste.' Satyra grimaced at the woman's humorless laughter; something about it feltlike being leered at by the.