His hand squeezed her flesh then he gave her a massive palmed slap on the ass and she yelped. “Ooooooooooooooooo!” He looked to his men.“Compadr..., get my souvenir.”Veronika watched confused as one of his cell mates smiled at Mendez’s request and then moved to collect something from a corner of the room.“Oh no you… No!” Veronika was innocent but not that innocent.The man had a bucket filled with grease. In the metal container pointing head down was a long red and beige shaft that tapered to a. It was dark and I hoped we still had enough embers to rekindle the fire. Sherie hooked her fingers in my back pocket in order to stay close. We stumbled along with splashing and laughing until we reached the camp. I could see red embers glowing in the pitch black. A thunderstorm rumbled in the distance, the flashes of lightning illuminating the sky. I threw a few logs on the smoldering coals. The light of a young fire brightened our sandbar. I could see Sherie digging in her bag for some clean. I yelled a cry of pain mixed with pleasure, and he smacked me again. And again and again, so on and so forth. After a solid five minutes of the never-ending spanking, he finally stopped. I was begging to cum.He threw me onto my bed (thankfully on my back this time) and removed his boxers, taking out and opening a condom to slide onto his gigantic cock. He inserted himself into me, and I immediately started to groan. He started off slow, but then increased in speed and intensity, until finally,. . "Are you a virgin, Nicole?" asked Bob, leaning forward. His eyes drilled into hers.She again answered, her voice a monotone. She wasn't a virgin. Last year on a band ski trip she had fooled around with a trumpet player. Bob asked for details, and she provided: the boy's powerful, talented lips had thrilled her and they made quick love (safe sex with a condom, of course) with him cumming within a couple of minutes. The guy hadn't been all that attractive, however -- with her ugly duckling.