Soon Mike had established a very respectable fucking tempo.Anita lay stiff as a board beneath him. She lifted her legs up like the women in the pictur...s had done, but, other than that, she didn't know what to do. Her brother slammed down against her, fucking the breath out of her. She tried to time her breathing to his so that she didn't make such horrid gasping sounds. And, once she did that, the fucking was much better.Her cunt sizzled around his fucking prick. She had known it would feel. Like what I asked, she began to list out all the the things she wanted me to do to her.First I want you to fuck my throat while you whip my little cunt, then I want you to stick your base ball bat in me and listen to me scream I want to cry for your pleasure Daddy. Then I want you to use my ass hole as hard as you can and then beat my ass untill its bright red for your plesure Daddy. I said no..... I can't hurt you the way you want me to. Then she went ballistic. She took the full force of her. She thought if she said yes to them, but mentioned her need for money, "donations" she called them, then word would get around and she would make at least food money. I asked how she was going to do this with a dau***er at home and she said that guys would stop by to say "Hi" or call her and then go down to the parking garage. She'd wait 5 minutes or so, then make an excuse to go somewhere, and meet them at her car. She'd suck them right there in her car. Sometimes she'd make a quick run to the. I was sure the answer was very few. To answer his question and took his face into my little hands, looked him straight back in the eye and gave him a long, adoring kiss. Then I said, “Yes, this is what I want, I’m sure!” After those words, Justin became unstoppable, pulling his grey shirt up over his head and throwing it onto the back seat, then returning to massaging my tits whilst undoing the button on my jean shorts. I carried on massaging his cock, now also rubbing his balls. I helped.