Weeks of isolation from Alisandrea. We’d spent hours on the phone every night talking, but it was the smell of her, the feel of her I missed. Hell, ... craved everything about her. I was back in the city. My loft smelled unused, the myriad of boxes of my father's belongings tucked away in a corner of the spare room. I was restless and walked out the lobby, down the street, till I found myself standing in front of an ugly orange building. Her building. I walked up the extra steps since she had. ' 'So you still want to take more?' Mia asked excitedly. 'Yeah, i'd love that. Say, come by my studio and we could do that.' 'When, today. Dont worry about clothes. I got you. I'll have my secretary text you the address to the studio, since thats how you k1ds do things now.Five minutes later Mia got the text of Gene's studio. She rode the bus and hopped off and walked up the street. She checked her phone to be sure it was the right place... it was. She rang the doorbell and was buzzed in. Gene. Please stop she begged me time and time again, I just laughed at her. I pinned her down, telling her I would stop when I had finished. She has never been alone with a man, I sat on her sexy round ass and begin sliding my dick in and out of her slippery crack. She is screaming for me to " get Off" and is fighting me with all her might, but there is no way I was going get off of this sexy slut now. I held her down with one hand in the middle of her back and used my other to guide my dick to her. Kris couldn’t contain himself, he was wanking openly now in front of Marcel. He flung the pink G-string at his horny mate.Marcel assumed he should put it on. He slipped out of his boxers and wriggled the skimpy panties up over his arse. He caught sight of himself in the mirror behind Kris’s head. Wow, he looked hot. His boyish butt sweetly outlined by the pink lace, he was probably about the same size as Tina. Kris clearly thought so too and beckoned to Marcel to join him on the sofa.Kris ran.