His rock-hard rod pressed against her abs and almost reached the bottom of her tits. Rubbing his chest, teasing his nipples, and hearing his little ga...ps, she was in heaven, or at least the wettest dream ever. Right now, if she could have frozen time, she would have. "Touch my pussy; see how wet you make me."Slipping his hand into her thigh-gap, he only brushed her tightly trimmed quim, and his fingers-to-palm he was covered in her joy juice.They were both unsteady, trembling with feral desire.. Just as I was about to head back upstairs, my plate loaded with pizza, the doorbell rang."I hope I gave the pizza guy the right amount of money." My mom said as she opened the door, digging through her purse. "How much was I... Oh I'm sorry. I thought you were the pizza boy" She stopped mid-sentence."Hi Mrs. Miller, Sam is taking me to a movie tonight." Came a silky female voice from the front porch."Oh of course." My mom replied. "Sam. Your girlfriend whom you never mentioned to me is here.. Alessandra wonders whether he would want to her to show how she seduces herself so often in her hot fantasies.Alessandra can not help hoping something sexy is in the air for her, as she is so terribly excited under his command.Alessandra, place your hands at your bums and pull them apart. Good girl. Your sphincter is so tight. Are you afraid?Alessandra, do you ever touch yourself there? No need to ask. Clearly your are a 'clitorienne', as they say in French.Alessandra, do I need to tell you how. The guy were laughing and shouting obscenities at her. ‘You dirty fucking whore’ Your a fucking pig, a fucking pig is actually cleaner than you ‘ ‘Filthy slut’ They seem too have got the message, abuse the fucking whore. Karolina had told me about two of the girl’s at work, how they had been a bit funny with her, calling her behind her back. She didn’t know what she had done to upset them, so I thought they might like to see this, oh ! and maybe film it, so they can make her life harder. So, in.