Shes in a black tank top and short shorts grinding on me as she takes off my shirt. I start to lay down and get comfortable and she crawls up to me ki...sing my torso up to my neck and lips. I strip her of her top and she undoes the button to her shorts. I reach down and feel her cock under a soft layer of panties as she moans. She asked if I liked what I was doing. I didn’t say anything, I just pulled her closer and kissed her lips while I stroked her penis. Her moans were getting stronger as. I was a nervous as she shoved my head closer to the tip of the penis. It looked a lot larger from this angle. I licked my lips and leaned over to the tip. Reluctantly I opened my mouth and let the head slide between my lips. She pushed my head down over the cock. “Uuuugh, uuuuugh.” I almost choked on it. She laughed and let my mouth slide off of it. “You’re too tense honey. You have to relax. Just let it slide in. You don’t have to help it.”'Ok, let’s try this again,' I thought. She held the. Even then my powers of description were quite good. After that I started to look a lot closer at the women in case some other guys were willing to pay for a description." What kind of things were they interested in?" OH. Whether she wore falsies. If her tits sagged. Was her bush the same color as the hair on her head. Things like that. The tips I received varied directly with the amount of detail I provided. My interest increased. Men thought those things were of interest and importance. I. The soldiers waited patiently until Anastasiia's convulsions stopped, while droplets of piss continued to fall from her bare feet. Then Oleksandra saw Sofiia hang. Unlike Anastasiia, Sofiia died in agony, kicking her feet so hard, that her shoes flew off, leaving her bare feet trashing in the air. The soldiers laughed when they saw her futile struggle for life, snapping pictures of Sofiia's death, stepping almost close enough to touch her. The dying girl shuddered several times, before her head.