Fuck.A figure stepped out from beyond the shadows of the door in a performatively non-threatening manner, arms held out to the sides, feet slightly sp...ead.Lena felt more curious than frightened. Fire engines and car alarms wailed from the streets, flames licked up the Williamsburg Bank Tower across the river: the roof was safer than the rest of the world.He stepped out from the doorway. The shadow of his cock slithered across the rooftop like a snake.Lena laughed, even as her finger wandered. His father often told him that he would never get into trouble for fighting, but if he lost then he would be in trouble. Being suspended half of the time, and ditching school the other half, it was a wonder he had learned anything, but he knew how to read and do basic math, hell, he probably knew that before even starting school. Learning to count money and read by his mother and father to help them in their illegal endeavors. No, Tyrone had never been a good kid, and giving the way his parents. I just seemed to be going lower and lower, feeling his cock rising up inside me, filling me and stretching me all out of shape. Just when I though he was going to split me in half I seemed to settle, holding in position, his cock finally fully inserted in my cunt. I was amazed that I could take it all.I expected him to start fucking me hard at this stage but he didn't. He just sat there with me transfixed by his cock. But then he gave a little hump with his cock, bouncing me.He left me sitting. All I did was work, eat, sleep, drink, occasionally spend a bit of time at the casinos and jerk off to the porn on TV. Where would mankind be without porn? I view my hotel masturbation sessions as therapy. I would normally wank twice a night, which is funny, because I don’t normally come twice a night when I’m having sex. Once is sort of an arbitrary limit for me. But I think my record at wanking in one day was 5. That was a few years ago though. (I’d just inherited a fantastic porn collection.