As I pulled my fingers out of her asshole, I rammed my cock in. She shouted in pain as my cock went halfway in. I waited till she relaxed her asshole,...then started pushing till I was fully in.I reached around and played with her clit. She was moaning in pain and pleasure. I started fucking her ass slowly, and after a few minutes, she started fucking back. I rammed her harder and harder. She was groaning loudly, and her legs were shaking. She was cumming and fell forward on the wall.My cock. Wait - let me explain. It has to do with colognes, gray markets and sweat.I went into Macy's to restock. I'd run low on my favorite cologne - I'll call it Chammofras - and went to Macy's on 34th Street to get more. Only they were out of it, and the pretty actress/sales clerk told me the line was no longer available in the United States, as the French manufacturer had stopped exporting it.I was annoyed, to say the least. It's not easy finding the right scent. What smelled good to me wasn't. He would have kept going if it were not for the way the driver got out of the car and starting looking around and talking to her companions as if she was really nervous and unsure of what to do. Eventually this young girl climbed back into the car and sat there with her arms folded looking kind of upset and annoyed at the other two girls with her.Stephen watched quietly and had slowed his pace somewhat just out of interest. He didn’t have any thoughts of getting involved until the same girl got. “Welcome, Jay, I am glad you could come. Go mix yourself a drink in the kitchen.”I whispered into Juice’s ear “I thought there was no alcohol tonight?”“You will see.” She smiled as she walked me into the kitchen.On the counter, there were bowls of fruit, vegetables, ice, and large canisters of protein powders along with an industrial blender and juicer.“Allow me to make you something,” Juice said and laughed, looking at the expression on my face. And then with all the dexterity of a mixologist,.