Sarah has her hands on her clitoris making herself even wetter and as I start fucking her harder I grab her long hair tight with one hand and hold her...throat with the other. OOh Sarah I am Almost Coming youre so tight so wet. Not yet Sarah moans…… I want that cock of yours to fuck me al night long she says while she slides of my dick and pushes me on my back. Sarah lowers her delicious body over me sliding my hard dick back into her hungry cunt. She starts riding me slowly, again teasing me. I. "OK, bitch," the mystery man orders. "Wait until I'm in her good, then start licking my ass. I want to feel your tongue in my ass while I am feeding her my cock."Suddenly I feel movement over my body. Next, I feel a dick probing at the entrance of my twat. Only, this time it's not a fake one. It's the real thing. I don't know who owns it, but right now I don't care. I only want it to fuck me. Over and over. Do me good, and leave me sore."You like that?" Bev asks. "I thought you would. Maxine, I. But the roars, the roars only Spencer could hear, the sight of them, only he could see. The fear wells up inside of him. The pain is extreme. He wakes up in a cold sweet, heart racing, another nightmare. The same nightmare. The only nightmare Spencer ever has. That was the day that changed his life forever. Out of the two hundred and thirty-four people on the bridge that day, he was the one and only survivor to be alive. Sure he had a few bumps and bruises but that was all. How he survived, God. ‘Now I hope you weren’t out there spending time with that married man. Elle you need to find someone else.’ Elle groaned. ‘Oh mom do we have to go through this again? I wasn’t with Gerald OK? I was with some friends.’ Enid didn’t believe her daughter. She knew her daughter was in for major heartbreak. She only wished her daughter would see reality and leave that man before he did any more damage to her. — The next morning Gerald had showered once again and stood in front of the mirror combing.