I kept fucking her from the back, kissing her back, her neck, squeezing her breasts from behind and under her arms. We were both sweating profusely in...the heat, but who cares. Just keep fucking baby…just fuck this whore….this bloody Randi. “U Randi chut…saali…must be enjoying a lot…u bitch?”“Sure u Harami…u motherchod..just fuck me…u are my love..u bastard.”I really like filthy abusive language while fucking, and her language and her attitude turned me on. I kept fucking from behind. She took. Sonia stepped up behind her brother and pressed her small breasts into his back. Reaching around the side, she grabbed hold of Vick's phallus with her right hand and began to stroke it. At first the stroking was slow and gentle, her soft hand traveling from the bottom of her brother's organ to its head. Then Sonia sped up: she held Vick's shaft by the middle and gave it short, furious strokes."How does it feel, Vikkie?" she asked, her voice a low-pitched seductive whisper. Sonia's voice then. Stonewalls and buildings, tunnels and bridges guided its heavy flow as it swept darkly along to God knew where. I paused for a moment looking at the water. It seemed oily almost but for all of the seemingly viscous quality it appeared to be racing along swiftly. The street lamps gleamed dully on it, and it looked as if it should have been making a noise, but it was peculiarly silent. Just as I was about to turn and continue I noticed something emerging from the shadows of a bridge just upstream. The lights were off, and she was nowhere to be seen. I knew she had gotten the painting done and would see her tomorrow with her stuff. The next day I left for work and thought about her all day long. As I got out of my car I noticed a truck slicking out of the side alley of the building and thought I would go investigate even though I knew what it was for. As I came around the back she was standing on the porch giving two guys directions on where to put her dresser as two girls were carrying.