Her womb entrance was being hammered as she impaled herself on my dick.Her huge tits sprung up and down as I lost myself in the heat of our fuck. I li...ked up at them whenever they came into contact with my face. She then wrapped her arms around my head, pressing my face into her chest while she grinded wantonly in my lap. Both hands on my chest, Kristy held them there as she lowered and twisted her cunt on my cock. Raise, lower, twist. Raise, lower, twist. She worked herself on me, churning the. She looked at the date and sighed silently. Two days ago had been her birthday. She knew that it was coming up, but she had forgotten. She had spent it the same as her last two birthdays; standing beside the road begging for change and then searching the dumpster behind the grocery store for her dinner because it always had edible food in it. One birthday, she actually found some stale cupcakes which were a good substitute for a birthday cake.Her first birthday on the streets was miserable. I could tell she was needing her hit. Although she was basically a pretty, girl, she was starting to look rough. I declined her offer for another blow job, ahnded her $25.00 and gave her my speech on how bad she needed to clean up, not becasue of what I say or think, but for her benefit. Of course, she agreed, but shrugged off my offer to help and started to get out of the car. She turned back to me and said something I will never forget. "I know a few girls here in this town and Weatherford. " OK. Two bad men forced their way in and I beat the crap out of them."She laughed. She put her hand over her mouth and she started to have a bad case of the giggles. The rest of the people in the room looked over at the sound. I smiled back like I had just told her a joke to relieve the tension.When she had control again, she wiped her eyes and said, "The news report said twenty bikers." A slight exaggeration. I haven't been on a bike since I was 10. That one had playing cards in the spokes.".