He came and ruined my life in under 40 minutes. I had nightmares about having to stare at his cock. Nightmares about when he rubbed my spit and his cu... all over my face. When I had to lick his hairy balls. And just the thought that he's got it all on camera, made me sick to my stomach. I was praying, hoping that that's all he wanted me to do, that maybe I would just have to buy him shit if he asked or something. I didn't see him for a week, I gave up going to the frat meet ups, I didn't want to. I thought you were just running a line on me." You hand your phone number out to any guy you think is just shooting you a line?" No, but I did say that you were kinda cute. Just what did you expect to get out of this call?" No idea, but you did tell me to call you in an hour so I guess I was hoping that you had something in mind." I did. I was curious to see if you would really pay me to see my tat." You bet I would." Okay, but it will cost you." How much?" Fifty-three dollars and you have to. She changed her position; moved up and straddled his face. "Lickme; suck me; give me a head job you chained bitch!" He nibbled her labiaand worked his tongue with all its strength and skill until she arched herback and cried out. He felt her come and just wished that it was his cockinstead of his tongue being squeezed so hard.Later, much later, she roused herself, unlaced his socket. Let his poorfrustrated worm out and finished him off.That episode got her thinking. She enjoyed being the. It was mine now. My fucking pussy!When I got access I got hard access and pushed straight though till I was in at the hilt. Well not the hilt, her gap wasn’t quite big enough to accommodate her meaty thighs so I actually was stuck a quarter inch from perfection. But close enough! Mandy’s arm flailed and her hand smacked the wall. Fuck! That was loud. Her mother might come to see what that was. Well, I was far from able to stop now. I was pot committed. I pumped again, full length. I.