“Oh yes that’s it fuck me” I ram my cock deep and hard inside your pussy. You carry on telling me to fuck you harder. “Fuck me” “Make me ...um” you shout. You reach down and play with your clit as my cock rams in and out. “Oh god that’s it fuck me like the slut I am” you pant. Your breathing starts getting shallower and more rapid. I sense your about to cum and speed up my rhythm. “Oh god I am cumming” you shout. After you cum you ask me to stop. “You are going nowhere yet slut” “I want to cum. " And they're all in their fuckin' fifties," spat Marty."Not necessarily." Do-fuckin'-gooders!" Marty, your attitude is not going to help you." So whatcher want? Yes, sir, no, sir, three bags fuckin' full, sir?" That might be nearer the mark." Balls!" Marty, if you maintain this attitude you're liable to be referred to a Crown Court and get something in excess of six months." Whaddya mean?" A Youth Court can sentence you to a maximum of six months in prison. A Crown Court can put you away for a. She’d grown bored with the people she knew, bored with relationships, with sex. It had all become so predictable, so unsatisfying. She did not want the marriage proposals she was offered. She did not want the tedium of romance, the tender, considerate sex, the avowals of love. She did not want the roses; she wanted something more direct, more physical. She wanted the thorns.She stopped on a street corner illuminated by a dim yellow streetlight that barely penetrated the humid air, leaving dark. Paul glanced at his watch noticing it was just after 11. Still feeling brave he suggested that Sam and he might want to go somewhere more private and Sam giggled. “Private? Where do you have in mind?” She cooed at him. “My hotel?” Paul grinned sheepishly before Sam reached over and kissed his hand gently. “C’mon then!” She purred and stood up to leave.Thankfully the hotel apartment block was only 5 minutes walk from Canal Street and as Paul turned the key in the door he felt the gorgeous girl.