‘Memo: Cold coffee worse than hot coffee.’ Weakly, Lauren murmured ‘Thank you.’ Carson leaned over and stole a kiss. Lauren had never been kis...ed before. His lips felt like two pieces of fish flopping about her face trying to suck her nose off. She sat shocked. She felt herself try and to escape to her panicked place, but she held herself firmly rooted, sapping every ounce of strength. ‘I-I need to get home Carson.’ she stammered looking away. ‘Thank you for the coffee.’ Carson looked puzzled. She went limp and panted when he relented, then shivered and whimpered when her phantom Brad began licking her pussy. Her thighs clenched as she was brought to the straining edge of orgasm and left hanging for a few excruciating seconds before letting her fall back.Victor looked thoughtful. Her resistance was minimal. He could get into her head with the same ease that he had the last session. She resisted only the more subtle commands. A substantial breakdown never happened until she was away. I then wormed my tongue into his thick foreskin, trying to get under it. He was leaking a lot of precum and I quickly swallowed it all before peeling his foreskin back and licking the underside of his purple head. More precum oozed out and I lapped that up, and took him my mouth again working it in and out, sucking it like a 10 dollar whore! After a few minutes of blowing him he stopped me and asked if I was into fucking. I told him I didn't have a condom, and he thought for a minute and asked. She tore her eyes from his and walked faster and turned a left corner. The traffic prevented him from going that way, and even if he could he would still be on the other side of the road. As soon as she turned the corner she heard him holler her name, and she picked up the pace again. He must have seen her begin to speed up because he called her name again and then followed it by, ‘Wait!’ Upon hearing that, she immediately began to run as fast as she could, still holding her jacket together.