The closest studio was in the city, and I'm a small town girl, but they had an internship open and they offered it to me. My first day on the job they...showed me around, telling me the ins and outs of the business. I quickly came to the realization of what I was getting myself into. I was the only girl at the studio, and most of the men that were there were mainly black, who growing up I didn't have very much interaction with. No, I'm not racist, we just didn't have many black people in our. She whispered into my ear, “Fuck me. Fuck your wife. I want nothing more than your cock inside me. I want you to fill me up.” She finally impaled herself on my shaft, making us both groan in pleasure. For the first time in a month, I was inside my Gabby’s pussy, now as husband and wife. We fucked hard and fast, our lust taking control of us. Our hips were thrusting at speeds not yet measured, our groans filled the air. Gabby yelled out, “I LOVE MY HUSBAND” as she impaled herself over and over. Damian felt the warmth of her as her defiance evaporated, leaving something entirely different in its wake. Perhaps, he thought, there was hope. A figure appeared at the door, backlit by the lights in the hallway. Damian could just make out his features. Haggard eyes and creased face. Careworn and old beyond his years. It was the look of a man gazing upon the promise of endless solitude. Damian recognized it. He’d seen it in himself often enough. ‘Abby?’ The woman stiffened at the sound of his. Two of the males took her arms and ushered her into a sofa, sitting either side of her. The other, and the two women, sat in seats opposite. The two women looked at each other."She'll do very nicely." Said the very attractive and full figured blonde woman."Yes, I think we should take her with us now." Replied her red-headed accomplice; her wicked eyes surveying Emily. She felt her arms being gripped tightly as the redhead spoke again."You see, your friend has told us exactly what you like.
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