It took a while but she finally calmed down and we sat down again. I looked to Mark.He said, “I can ask some questions but it would draw attention t... me. Eva, what do you want to do? Do you want to go back to Columbia, stay in the states, or go somewhere else? We should work on a change of identity for you so that you can’t be tracked through your name, driver’s license or student Visa.”“Can you do that? I would love to stay in the states but if that isn’t possible, I would choose Europe. Life. Eyes unfocused as she grunts and groans in pleasure. I can feel the contractions as her ass grabs my cock, and squeezes it simultaneously from all sides. I feel myself pass the point of no return, and squeeze tight trying to postpone the inevitable.I watch her fingers slide out of her, and her beautiful lips pulse in pleasure as she shakes. Then to my wonderment I see a spurt of clear liquid emerge from between those beautiful lips and feel the warmth of it as is splashes against my lower. “Later, bud.”NYC was already hot, noisy and bustling when he hit the streets. He strolled two blocks down 47th, to the diner he had noted the night before, and sat al fresco, twirling the menu while late-morning traffic honked its way past. He’d just finished ordering breakfast, when The Rolling Stones’ Paint It Black rang out on his cell. It was Max.“This is why I’ve got an allergy to these goddamn things,” he told his founder band-member. “They interrupt a good breakfast.”“Man, you’ve got to. She remembered the mirror and looked at it too. She loved it and, from the look on his face, he loved it too. He looked over his shoulder at the mirror behind them and breathed excitedly. He now had a view similar to hers if she looked straight ahead. She let her hand drop from his ass to his balls. She worked her fingers under his ass until both balls fell into her hand and she cradled them while he pumped. He looked at her excitedly and said “Yes!” He continued to pump strongly. His gaze.