"Wow," he thought to himself. "I don't remember....anything...." He sawfrom looking at Jonas' alarm clock that it was nearly 6 a.m. Jonas didn'tsee... to be in the room at this point either.Travis made his way to the lightswitch and illuminated the room. When hemade his way over to the mirror, he did a double take when he saw hisreflection. Someone had written on his chest in black Sharpie. Theletters spelled F-A-G-G-O-T."What the fuck?" he thought to himself. "I don't remember....any of. She was heaving and still coming off the ‘high’ of it, when I shifted so that both her ankles were on my shoulders. I unceremoniously grabbed her hips and tugged her towards me slightly, and with no indication or ‘foreplay’ I thrust all of me right inside her, clamping my hand over her mouth to muffle her cry. Without hesitation I began slamming myself into fuck-toy VERY hard, VERY fast. I had one hand around and on the small of her back, the other at her throat. I was pounding it hard, because. It didn’t take her long, although it was milder than I expected. I began to thrust with slow, hard strokes, pulling completely out and then burying myself as deeply inside her as I could. Her next orgasm was considerably more intense. It began just as I pulled out of her, and the contraction of her cunt walls forced her lubricating juices to squirt out. I entered her again and she was like a vice, I couldn’t penetrate her until she briefly released the tension. Once I was fully inside her, she. ''You said anything and that is what l want. Should l care what you want, bitch?'' he asked, breaking my brains even more. ''lt is worshiping my feet or we are going back to sleep now and l am not sure when l will be in mood for playing again.'' he said pushing me into doing it, knowing that l am desperate enough to actually try and do it. He started to play with my clit so l would not think too much. lt felt so good, l started to moan in pleasure.''So what will it be? l am getting bored here''.