As you start to pump your huge cock into my virgin ass I scream. It hurts so bad. I can feel myself stretching and it feels as if I might tear right i... two. As you fling insults my way I become even hornier. I love and hate the pain. Master: I pound your sweet ass harder and harder, it squeezing tightly around my cock, forcing me to gasp for air every now and then. I smack your ass over and over saying, ‘You fucking like that, don’t you, you little slut!’ I slam into your ass once more and. And put her hand around my shoulder and her other hand on my face, on the same side she slapped me a while ago. I stopped crying and moved into her hug, buried my face into the junction of her neck and shoulder. I think the tears fell on her skin and she rubbed my face with her hand. She said “Tappu kada ra, ala cheyadam. (It’s wrong to be doing like that. Isn’t it?)”. I didn’t reply. “Entha premaga chuskunnanu ninnu, amma laga, friend laga. (How lovingly I had treated you. Like my son, like a. ”“But I like you!” she said, her voice a touch whiney.“You’re a nice girl, Carla. You’re gorgeous. You’re smart. But the chemistry just isn’t there. I can’t be myself and that’s a recipe for disaster in any relationship.”We got back to the ice cream shop and she grabbed a couple of napkins and wiped her chin, and we started walking back towards her apartment.“All guys are the same!” she said, clearly as frustrated as I was. “They just want one thing!”“Bullshit! You THINK that’s all they want. For a moment she had even thought that she was being blackmailed by one of her modeling contacts – Shah or Gupta. But later she herself discounted that possibility since she had anyway slept with Shah and Gupta many times.But now, that moment was here for which she had been waiting for so long. Mr. Shah had finally contacted her regarding the photo-shoot with the American company he had told her about. Apparently the company had liked her profile, and wanted to cast her in their campaign..