Then he paused and said, "this will hurt if you struggle" and before it could register, he had pushed the head of his cock into my ass. He left it t...ere for only a few minutes and then slammed the rest of himself into my ass. I remember screaming for him to stop and he just cupped my mouth and said, "remember if you struggle it's only going to hurt more" He pulled back out and spat all over my asshole andonce again slammed his cock back into me. He was nice enough to slide a hand around. I was hypnotized by the sensation of my shaft sliding ever deeper until her stifled cough returned me to my senses. I reached down for her, sorry that my over enthusiasm caused her to gag. She rose from her knees to meet my kiss. Her lips were hot and puffy-saliva had dripped down her chin. Our tongues explored each others mouths, lips slipping in the wetness and my hands roamed over her clothes seeking access to her flesh. Taking a breath, she pushed me in the direction of the. Zoraya didn’t know how to react, should she be offended, should she just come right out and say she wanted him? She didn’t know so she remained quiet. The drinks came and down they went. Zoraya couldn’t help but slam the tequilla. ‘MMMMMMMMMM’ Teemu whispered in her ear. ‘How I would love to leave with you and make you mine tonight.’ Zoraya looking into Teemu’s eyes, blushed and replied, ‘then I guess we should leave’ Teemu laughed and took her by the hand and told the guys they were leaving.. "Anything for you, ma'am, sir?" said Sweetie.He already knew that Lanzetta would take his coffee with one sugar, and two creams. The lady in question was in the back seat. She was a reporter for the local CBS affiliate, WOOO, Carole Stinson. She was on a 'ride-along' on what promised to be a boring Monday. The 'sir' in question was her cameraman/producer, Jeff Robbie. All in all, it was a crowded police cruiser."Nah," said Robbie. "We're good."The radio squawked, "10-33. Unit 17L, 10-61. Switch.