Still I can't get off the street it is what I know. I'm good at it too I have lots of regulars." Fidgeting in her seat the small black woman tried to ...et comfortable."If you're, not a crack-head why do you prostitute yourself out?" I do it because it is what I do. It is just what I do, it's what I have always done. I don't have nothing else I can do – so fucking for money is what I do."Her back hurt but not from the cot in her cell. Rochelle hurt because the muscle bound blonde Aryan bitch in. She noticed my boner and had a nervous look on her face. She just lied down. I wanted to put my legs on her thighs and moaned a little. She felt my boner close to her pussy. She took her hand into my shorts and started to play with it slowly and rubbed the tip of my penis since it is the most erogenous zone for a guy. I woke up that instance and stared at her, we never uttered a word but we had lust in our eyes and I was biting my lips to get into her. I broke the silence with kissing her neck. I feel your hand slide from the cleft of my buttocks, up the arch of my back, your fingers spread, your red nails raking my skin as you squat behind me. You spread your knees wide, your bare skin flashing from the tails of your coat, and you grip your fingers in my hair as you slide the bulbous head of your strap on dildo between my arse cheeks to invade the tightness of my anal whorl. You snap my head back and shove the greased rubber cock inside me with a buck of your powerful hips. And then. It was passionate, lustfull....like they discovered a new world full of love...at first he kissed her softly.. like he was tasting something unknown.. like the first kiss he ever gave to a girl. when he underatood the she was into it too it was like an invisible power moved their boddies. they became one.. they made passionate love. this summer went on with both of them in a cloud of love... romantic walks on the beach and then passionate sex under the stars... besides the sentimental part of.