"I'm not yours any more," she teased. It was true, of course, and there was no greater feeling. I had given her back to the Earth, as a gift to the se...ual appetites of the men and women of London. She gently massaged her engorged, pink clit, using spunk to soothe her cunt, fucked red raw by men who cared for little than their own satisfaction at the temple of her body."More..." She cooed, moving her hands up towards her tiny titties, pursing her lips as if she had an insatiable thirst only a. He turned and punched Ms Petrakis hard in the abdomen but held her up with his arm gripping hard round her shoulders. A second security man stepped forward and punched her in the face, breaking her nose flat onto her face, with blood and snot spurting out, and then again, this time knocking out three of her front teeth. Then, as Donovan held her up, the man backed up, stepped forward and kicked her hard square in the cunt, then he grabbed her big tits through her ruffled white blouse as Donovan. She watched as he fingered here, focusing on the thick strong fingers and wide knuckles as he worked them in and out of her. Her moan became keening and she tossed her head back and forth. “Look, Missy, look in the mirror, I want to see it.” He practically growled at her as he stroked and stroked her while his other hand gripped her ass in a tight, tight grip. She looked in the mirror and their eyes locked. Her face and chest were flushed and glistening, strands of her hair stuck to her. I was lucky enough that she also fancied me.Back then, the done thing was to gather youngsters in someone's home while their parent's were gone for some reason or another. We'd bring alcohol (nothing special, this isn't the US), get drunk on vodka-orange and whisky-coke and slow dance with girls until we or they (i.e. the girls would get inebriated enough to kiss their partner). Then we'd go throw up (hopefully discreetly) and call it a major victory.And so it went until at the end of one of.