A touch of brown. Maybe just a touch. It’s thick and full, had she wanted to look glamorous her hair would definitely not interfere. It cascades ...lmost to her shoulders, splayed out at the ends in a way that reminds me of some posters from the 1940’s. She notices me looking.“Lauren Bacall,” she says, twirling a strand. “I know it’s a bit presumptuous, and it’s the wrong color, but she’s kind of an inspiration.”I nod. I do see the effect. And it’s not presumptuous, it actually works. Her. “Mmm-You fill me so well Dano...Pl-Please fuck me !!” Li's tight cunt began to 'milk' my cock...She was so turned on I would have to take care with her, or risk her passing out again. I began to stroke her slowly, taking short two inch thrusts as she moaned. “Mmmnn---I love the feel of your thick cock. I'll be sore for days..” Her lips were spread wide around my shaft, dragging her clit along the top as we moved.“F-Fuck me faster-Dano, I'm about to cum again!” I pulled her leg over to cross. “Better luck next time.”I was about to reply when she asked about dinner and I said that I could have anything for dinner. Within twenty minutes we were sitting at the table having dinner and occasionally talking to each other. My stomach was so full that I started feeling sleepy. She was also going to her bed and she asked me to accompany her because there was only a single bed in her house.At first I hesitated a bit and said that I could have a nap on the sofa but she insisted that she had. "I don't do that anymore Dwa'an, I have been clean for a few years now." Nancy said trembling at his sight."Bull fucking shit woman, once a fucking coke whore always a fucking coke whore. Looky what's I gots here cunt." He held up a small bag of white powder. Instantly the temptation hit Nancy. Her resolve undermined by the memories, and the worst memory now in front of her. The coke whore buried deep within struggled to be free, wanting so desperately to get high started pulling the weakened.