“Who are you?” She asked, her fear only mounting.A friend. The voice said. It was, indeed, friendly-sounding. Soft, and low. It reminded her of th... sound a cello made. My name is Largo. The voice said its name in soft of a goofy tone that Vivian couldn’t help but smile a little at.“Where are you?” Vivian asked.I’m all around you, here, see? Suddenly, the shadow directly in front of her moved. It crawled up the stone bricks of the well in a pair of weird, flat tendrils. She was scared again now,. I found my stomach clenching uncontrollably, like a million butterflies were swarming inside me trying to escape. My arse, legs and knees wiggled in a circular motion around the shower which varied and enforced the vibrations on my clit. Then I started to buck my pussy up and down as if I was on some guys horny cock. Every thrust of my arse downwards pushed the vibrating head onto my clit and I would clench my stomach even more. I was by now gasping for release. The water from the shower was. I was also worried about her reaction when he will enter his cock in her pussy. Sanjay preferred to tap me gently on my back to indicate that he is going to start fucking her. I locked my lips more tightly on her lips and ingress grip on her face. Sanjay in one strong and grate stroke insert his entire cock in her pussy.She tried to scrim in pain but i was ready and in full control on her lips. She tried to push my head but failed. Tears started rolling. She was crying in pain, and i was. Lucy lay a moment, a smile across her face, her cheeks flushed, a bead of perspiration upon her brow the look of sated contentment briefly upon her brow before her features hardened and he shouted, "I hate you, you have ruined me, you Bastard," she exclaimed spoiling the moment, for I had tasted ecstasy and believed myself infatuated, "I am ruined." You are a wanton whore like my mother," I opined, "You should do very well in the whore house now you are ruined," and reaching in my shirt pocket.