The apartment was dark. Cissy had gone out, and there was no telling when she’d be back. “Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!” I yelled, not caring who heard me.... “What a potty mouth on this one,” a deep male voice said. Startled, I whirled around to face the stranger. Mr. Fancy Pants was sitting on the stairs, watching me throw a fit. Even though I was highly pissed, his male aura hit me like a brick. My slit was literally panting now. I shifted my position, making sure my legs were closed…just in case, I had. I loved the way she was being hurt by my fist. She cried out loud in pain and I loved listening to her as she moaned in pain.I twisted my hand up her cunt and stretched her more; trying to find a place that would hurt her. She loved the pain especially knowing that a wild orgasm would soon follow. She needed this, needed this abuse after several weeks of not having sex…She looked at me in the eye as she felt a sharp pain in her cunt. Then she was pushed over the edge. I leaned down and. He caught me and laughed.He looked up at me and said: "Your turn. Want to taste my man cum, Baby?"I nodded.He then stood up and without any hesitation he pushed his hard-big cock into my mouth and began to piston his cock in and out in my mouth. I could only fit about 3 to 4 inches of his thick cock in my mouth. He grabbed the back of my head with his hands and held me there. I wanted to run in panic thinking I was headed for hell. But I sighed and said to myself that if this was sending me to. “You’re quite welcome,” she said, smiling. “Did I surprise you?”“Yes, but you’re the surprise.”“Yes, I think I'm surprising myself. I told you, I needed an adventure.”“I know and I think we’re going to have a wilder adventure before I leave.”“But I thought you said no expectations.” She looked up at me with a devilish smile.“You know the old saying, ‘make hay while the sun shines.’”Carla laughed and pushed me off of her just as we heard, “Carla, what’s going on up there?”“We’ll be right down,.