It smelled pretty good for a feral pussy, he thought. Pleasant. Like he remembered pussy smelling, in the good old days. Nobody had told the pussy tha... civilization has died, he thought. It’s still going on, just being pussy. Good thing, that.All that notwithstanding, she was beautiful, he realized. Even if he’d just been allowed a single glimpse of her face, he’d have thought she was beautiful. Her skin was dark and smooth, and positively glowed, in spite of or possibly due to her living. She gasped at the sudden penetration, but he soon had her panting with his action. He was sliding his cock in and out of her with a quick pace. She wrapped her legs around him trying to control his movements a little, but it wasn’t helping to control his pace. All once he stopped and looked down at her and said, “I want a special treat this morning since you turned me away up stairs.” Samantha looked at his face and knew what he wanted. She thought this was going to be good! Jack slid out of. "Oh, no," he moaned again, this time aloud. "No, no, no. I'm going to Hawaii, I'm going to bask on the beaches with some suntanned honeys. I am not, I repeat, am not going anywhere with you, Hope." Geesh, I make one mistake, and it wasn't really my own fault, I might add, and now no one lets me forget it." The girl, black hair tumbling over her shoulders and down her back in full rich curls, her big cerulean blue eyes flashing with anger, sat down on the slide in front of him."Hope, you wiped. Two more ten-dollar bills were tossed onto my night stand.Shannon: “Wait…What are your names?”Craig: “I’m Craig and that be Stephens.”They both smiled and then left. A few hours later another man rang my bell. His name was Eddie. We boned for a good 45 minutes before he sprayed his hot load all over my face. When he left I got up and took a quick shower to clean myself up a bit. I then put on a pair of black stockings with a garter belt but nothing else. I wrote a note that read: ‘Come on in,.