Esme guessed she'd had some formal training. The guy wasn't bad either,although mainly he let her dance around him. Their movements becamemore exagger...ted. The woman kept bumping into the people around her.The other patrons of the bar were getting increasingly annoyed, butstill they danced. Their movements were a mixture of various popularstyles, swing etc.Esme jumped as the girl collided with their table. She landed on theseat next to her."Sorry." The girl was panting. A crazy smile on her. He sat back and jerked off to me for a bit, then he pulled my head over the edge and proceeded to face fuck me. The cum ran down my face into my eyes, it mixed with spit and made big slimy globs before it dripped onto the floor. He held me down and showed my throat no mercy, relentlessly pounding my face, his big full balls slapping my forehead. I was like an object to him, he showed no regard for me or my comfort, I was just a worthless Grindr fag. Before long he was ready to cum again. He. He kissed my neck slowly and placed his hands on top of my boobs and started slowly pulling at my nipples through my top. I got my legs around him as I started grinding against him my knees hitting at awkward positions but the feeling of pain and pleasure was amazing. He then opened my jeans and put his finger against my clit and started rubbing as he soon after slipped his fingers into my pussy.Seeing his big hands disappear into me was such a turn on. He moaned and whispered how soaking wet I. ’ There was silence again as he checked the bandages one last time. ‘Supposedly there are towns north and south of here along the road,’ he said. ‘We could go there and see if anyone recognises us, and we can try to find out a bit about the Resistance. Maybe we can get in contact with them.’ Ludicrously I’d started shaking again while he was speaking. I tried breathing slowly and deeply. ‘Funnily enough these wounds didn’t really hurt until you started bandaging them’, I said. ‘Maybe the.