He was six feet six inches tall and very good-looking. And everyone on campus worshiped him. His parents were multi-millionaires. His girlfriend was t...ll, stacked, hot as hell and had the kind of fantastic ghetto booty that was extremely rare on white chicks. He had it all. I hated him. Hoover College became a very lonely place for me as Anderson teased and taunted me. I’ve always been sensitive about my weight and looks and having the bastard calling me names pissed me off. I felt so alone,. They seemed a little more loose than I remembered, but I had been trying to lose weight for the past month or so.I took the painting to a pawn shop a few blocks from the apartment. The guy wasn't interested in the painting very much, but he offered me fifty bucks for the frame. I'd thought about keeping the frame at first, but I decided that it and the painting were a set. It was probably better to get rid of both. I took the money and the claim ticket and headed home. Since I had no intention. Once you were fully inside of me you paused, and I could feel your heartbeat inside of me as we stood there, still and silent. The moment seemed to last forever, but I’m sure it was only a few quick seconds before you brought the hand around my throat up around the front of my face. One of your fingers slipped into my mouth and the others wrapped around my jaw. My mouth closed down around your finger as you began to thrust into me with strong thrusts. I could feel your hips press against my ass. This was animal; they were not friends nor even acquaintances. In thirty minutes, we went from coy admiration to hostages of lust. I did not know his name and I did not know hers either. A stranger pushed his erect cock into my mouth and my body sang. A hand, large, held me in place by the back of my head. His girth pressed deeper and with a snort of air, my lips closed around him. I sucked, made a gentle vacuum and he groaned. His hips determined the pace; my static mouth the orifice for.