“Yeah! That‘s a great Idea! I‘ll get dressed, but I am going back to bed later," said Sal. "A heart attack on a plate will do us both good. Get ...our drawers on! Lets go!” I said. Ten minutes later, we were out of the door, dressed in jumpers, jeans and trainers. Ten minutes after that, we were in the greasy spoon and ten minutes after that, we were tucking into full monty breakfasts, with mugs of tea and plates of toast. The greasy spoon was good. It was clean and basic. Gingham tablecloths on. Id never seen so much cum from one man before. He started to aim his cock and he poured it onto my forehead and worked down my face, coating my eyes, covering my nose, and letting cum fill up my mouth until I had to swallow a mouthful. He grabbed my face and held it upwards, with a barked command to drink. Too terrified to argue, I started licking my own face as best I could, catching it as it dribbled down my face. Eventually I was able to open my eyes and I came face-to-face with the camera. This one night she came across a piece on the influence of punk on modern day culture. One of the examples where some pictures of heavily tattooed and pierced "Suicide girls". Keri was intrigued by the whole look of these women and started googleing them. The more time she spent looking at pictures of them, the more she knew she wanted to be like them. But getting a tattoo would be totally out of the question, let alone piercings like the stretched earlobes most of the girls had. Keri. 'Pleeeeease let me cum! Let... please...' I could hear her voice fading. She was on the verge of losing control completely. I toyed with her pussy even more intensely, and commanded-'Don't you fucking dare. You don't ever cum without my permission.'I felt her pelvic muscles tighten around my fingers; the pressure almost hurt. She screamed out loud, uncontrollably, and her cum poured out all over my hands. I dismounted and sat in the drivers seat, watching her twitching and shaking. There's.