“My room or yours?” Colleen finally asked, the strength of her voice saying that was the only question on the table.“You’re sure?”“I’m s...re.”“My room then,” Linda smiled. “It has a double bed, among other things.”As they left the table, no longer physically linked but obviously together, they walked right past Bruce Myerson. As they did, Colleen tried to look straight ahead, but Linda couldn’t help but turn in his direction just long enough to give him a glance that said, “Sorry, better luck. He watched me with hungry intensity as he fucked me, as if he was feeding from me similar to the way I fed from him.After what felt like an eternity of gasping, sweaty bliss, he growled into my ear, “Give me what I want, lass.”His tone was even, his words commanding, and I was helpless to resist him. The demand hit me like a physical blow while his aura drowned me in lust. I arched, levering myself between Him and the wall. I tried so hard to resist him… fucking him and yielding to him were two. As she had feared, the day at school with still a lot of sperm from that bastards in her cunt was anything else than comfy. Those creeps had not lasted long, none of them. But it was their first time and their balls had been fill up to the limit.This day Irene was absent with her mind not because she was aroused. No, she was concentrated on having no leakage. And she was thinking back about what happened that morning. She thought by herself, that nobody could blame her for that. The boys had. " It barely even hurt," she answered, though her words were contradicted by the tearstain on her cheek, "Keep going." You're sure your okay?" he asked staring into her eyes, looking for any sign of lingering pain on her face."Charlie, if you stop now I'll be forced to murder you!" she said frustrated, the pain, having left her, was once again replace by an unbearable need."Okay, okay," he said, simultaneously moving his hips.Cynara gripped his shoulders as he thrust above her, squeezing her.