I had collapsed on the couch and instead of hating it i was enjoying being used like this i found myself moaning and telling him to fuk me harder to u...e me like a whore i looked up into the wall mirror i saw a woman in lust i saw him behind me his big black muscled chest his hands on my shoulders it looked so amazing his skin on mine then he picks up the pace harder and faster than before i feel him tense up then he shootsa huge load inside me the feeling was amazing i came again a final time. No conversation. Just something raw and anonymous. Something that was totally alien to my normal character. I chose a booth and stepped in. There was no chair. Just a trash can. I put some tokens in and picked a video of a blonde blowing a guy who was hung like a horse. A few moments later, the door opened in stepped a short, round man. He was very similar to myself. Somewhat non-descript in appearance. Very normal and average. He flipped the garbage can over And sat down. I could tell this. Aur humne kuch nahi kiya. Tum to hame aasmaan se mili thi.Main seedhe unke muh dekh boli: Offo papa, main 2 class ki bachi nahi hu. Mujhe bhi pata hai bache kaise hote hai. Huh!Jhoota gussa dikhati hui main turant unke god mein rakhi takiya kheech kar hatadi. Jaise hi takiya hata, takiye ke neeche daba unka lund payjame mein tankar zor ka jhatka de mara. Woh hadbada gaye use chupane ke liye.Lekin maine unhe maoka nahi diya. Aur seedhe apna sir unki god mein theek lund ke paas rakh masoomiyat ka. His legs were nice and thick.After our parts had been announced, we where handed scripts. I flipped through it and noticed some kissing scenes. I was shocked and didn't know how to react. But I took it in stride. Rehearsals went well until the night before we where supposed to do our kissing scene. We where also in costumes at this point. I was wearing a pink poodle skirt, a white blouse, and unfortunately a bra with some silicone breast forms. Steve was wearing jeans, black boots, and a white.