The black guy then offered me his hand to help me get up.I finally smiled at him, asking if he would fuck me.The sweet black guy then looked down and ... just followed his eyes, seeing that he had already unzipped his fly, to free out a very nice throbbing huge dark cock.I knew that this hard black cock did not need any further sucking treatment; it was fully hard, ready to be shoved into my lustful cunt.So I moved back to Victor’s car and bent over the hood.Although it was now raining hard, I. He shouted something in a language I could not understand, but I guess that it was Russian. He drew a pistol from a shoulder holster and aimed at me. I had switched to automatic fire and put two of the three steel balls into his head. Ah, his head exploded just exactly the way the watermelons do on TV.The other two men had drawn their guns by then and were firing at me. The noise was almost deafening. I idly wondered if the people on the 36th floor could hear the noise. If they did, I hoped. Posing also left my mind free to wander. I began worrying about Heather's lack of a date. It wasn't just that she'd be stuck home alone Saturday night. If she wasn't at the dance her social status would probably go in the toilet. Okay, she was a snot, but I'd learned that on the inside she was decent but damaged goods; insecure and down on herself after what the Worm had done to her. She needed help."Could you perk him up a bit, please, Dee? He's going soft." Sorry," I mumbled around Greg. A. I could not wait to get it in. The person fucking me said "Oh Christ, that makes your asshole tighter, oh shit, it feels good" I could care less what he felt, I could care less what he wanted. I wanted my pleasure, my pussy to throb more and more; I wanted my asshole to feel the cock explode the sperm inside. Oh God forgive me I loved it so much. Ann grabbed my head and screamed that she was cumming, the person fucking me slammed in and out harder and faster, I knew he was going to climax. He.