He said to her "You like that bottle fuck don't you? Now some more fun." He then took her hand to hold the bottle deep in her as he turned her around ...nd let her head hand over the table. He shoved his cock in her mouth and gave her every inch of the long thick shaft and the he took control of the bottle and as he fucked her hard with the bottle he also fucked her mouth hard with his cock. The bottle was now covered with her cum as he shoved it on and out of her wet hole. He demanded "Suck that. "Not anymore," the Prince replied, grinning wickedly, and his fingers thrust hard into her pussy, making her gasp and her hips lift.Kristen didn't like the intonation of his voice, on the other hand she couldn't really deny after the past week or so that she was most definitely a slut. And she was enjoying the Prince on her own free will... there was no compelling force in her body other than her own female lust for his perfect body and rather talented mouth and fingers. Moaning, she pulled him. The brunette jumped up, startled greatly by this, and turned around. An even bigger shock came: it was the African fighter himself!˝Were you looking for someone?˝, he asked her, a noticeable African accent showing itself. It took the girl a while before she managed to get her thoughts straight, and reply: ˝Yes, a certain fighter...˝ She blushed slightly as she wasn't willing to admit that she looked for the very person in front of her, but she was very excited and happy to have met him. The. I paced around the empty flat the whole day, made cups of tea to calm me down and then forgot them lying around with only a few sips drunk. I slept little that night. On the second morning I wished I could call him and ask him to come back so we could talk. I could make him understand, I was sure of it. I missed him. I wanted to touch him and I wanted him near me so I could smell his after shave and hear one of his stupid stories about Italy. The next day found me as a mess. My heart started.