My first Foreman was of Mexican descent named Tito Marquez RIP. He spoke excellent English and also excellent Spanish I was told.We were working in Ea...t L.A. when a person approached me and I could tell he was trying to ask me for directions. But his English was very broken up and since I didn't speak Spanish, I pointed Tito out to him and he went to Tito. Tito just stood there with his arms crossed looking beyond the stranger. Finally the stranger walked away. I went to Tito and told him that. She just tried to open her legs further to let me enjoy her fully. My penis was growing due to her wild act and I moved further so that she got a chance to touch that growing bump and she responded positively. Her fingers were slowly touching my growing 6.5″ penis. I was now successful in removing her panty to side with her help and now my thumb was sliding slowly in and out of her wet hot pussy. I was enjoying this and want her to give me more access but soon I realized that we are in a. She watched as Page remained like that for some minutes. The whole scene had been shocking. Watching Page dragged up and down the wall, screaming at times, had been horrible. But what now?After a several minutes, Page sat back on her heals and looked Willow in the eye. Willow could see that Page had been sobbing, tears still running down her face. She could also see Page's breasts, normally flawless and beautiful, were now red and angry from the abuse. Vertical red lines were scored into the. “What the fuck, my head hurts, what the fuck, and I sound weird,” said Lisa.“You sound like Golem,” said Arvan, laughing.“Fuck you!” shouted Lisa, slapping Arvan.“Oh my god,” said Arvan, laughing hard.“Motherfucker, fuck you!” shouted Lisa, in a hoarse voice as she punched Arvan a few times, only being taps for her lover.“Oh fuck, my head, fuck,” said Lisa, limping to the bathroom nude attempting to spit out the cum.Arvan laid in bed nude, still aroused as Lisa attempted to figure out what had.