Yes…. harder… harder.” pass her lips, till she finally screams, her pussy clamping painfully hard around his cock. His grunts mix with her moans... her cum coats his cock, her body hot to the touch, on fire with sweat. He thrusts deeper and harder than before, grunting as his cum fills her. Her pussy swollen, wet, her tunnel like a cage around him wanting to hold him there. She feels him throb, his cum erupting. Closing her eyes, she grunts, willing herself tighter around him while she slowly. I’m terrified that life’s about to take from me again. I know it’s paranoid, but it’ll take time for me to relax from that feeling.”“Time is something we have,” she said certainly.“Just promise to talk to me. No matter what happens,” I urged her.She nodded. “I understand. More than your other girls, I get it. I feel the same way. I was raped. I know you’ll never hurt me, never force me. It doesn’t stop me being afraid. Maybe that’s the best way to look at it. You were raped by them too. It. That could be a problem.Then again, she did miss having a nice stiff one deep inside her, stretching her delightfully and rubbing all those spots with warm flesh, instead of cold plastic.Ten minutes later the urge to slide her hand into her bottoms was too hard to resist. He probably wasn't watching right now anyway. What were the odds that, at the exact moment she decided to lay out, he was looking her way? Astronomically low ... right?Five minutes and one soothing orgasm later, she lay limp,. My hair was a mess. I tried to fix my hair, but I knew I should just go back to my hotel room before my parents got frantic about me being gone. I could leave Paul wanting more I though, which might help me get the part. I was wetter than I'd ever remembered being, it was hard to decide to leave. I came out of the bathroom and Paul was standing there with a sad look on his face. My heart sank, I knew this meant trouble. "Bad new Emily. That was the director," he frowned. I felt pretty upset.