"Blow-job?" Hilary continued, hating herself, "Would you like your cock sucked?" SLUT!" roared Corp, "Filthy depraved whore! Typical of your kind! No!...YOU are the worst!"He leaned over the seat to scream in her face. Unnerving as they were driving at least 40mph."You and all your kind wiggle your tits and your cunt in men's face and think you can own them! Whore! Slut!" he spat."B-but... ," Hilary started to say."If I want money from you I make it myself!" Corp continued, foaming at the mouth,. .I felt the sensations of it equally as powerful as she did...fucking her like this would have to become a way of life...it was so damn good I hated not thinking of this before...just like her giving me a well-oiled hand-job with a vibrator, except this was way better in every sense of the word... ...I pounded her harder and harder..."Tell me how you like this baby...tell me how you want this big cock of mine to ravage your tight ass and make you beg me for it from now on"...she was lost now in. Once she quickly got me over into a tree-lined area she asked, “Do you think they saw you holding me? Could they see my nipples were hard? What if they tell my dad? Oh my god. I never thought about that.”My goggles popped up three different videos streams. All of them showed me holding a girl in a bathing suit, but our faces were blurry. That wouldn’t be all that surprising from how far away two of them were, but the third one was crisp enough that I could zoom way in on it. I definitely saw. It sent shivers and tingles down her spine like she had walked by a socket with power shoes. If she was going to walk with attitude she needed to gain guts and balls. It wasn’t going to come easy but she needed to do it. “So what is this love thing anyway?” he asked, unlocking the door to the apartment and ushering inside. “Love thing?” she asked, dropping her bag where it been just moments earlier. “I said I loved you, I didn’t mean it,” He shook his head, cooly. “Coffee, right?” he.