Her eyes filled with tears.- "You're not allowed! I said you could fuck me, not..not.." she hiccuped once and the tears spilled over. "You're not allo...ed to be sweet and tender. You don't care for me..y-you gave up t-that right when you lied and manipulated me. When you used me" .she was sobbing now, her hands flailing against his chest. "You h-hurt me"His heart constricted in his chest. He wanted to deny all of that..but he couldn't. He once again caught her hands in his and this time folded. Her back is to me and I can take in the view of the amazing curve of her side and how her butt is not to large but big enough to grab and not let go when she is riding me. I can see her soft skin and how it begs for me to come over and touch it. Why just watch a pie being made when you can eat it to. Beth is my cheesecake, you know the kind I am talking about, the kind that is silky smooth, rich and full with flavor that cannot be expressed except with a moan and “mmmmm” the kind that you. Just like the night before she showed me everything and winked at me with her tiny red rosebud. Just like the night before I was hard enough to tear through my jeans. And just like the night before, Mike was suddenly there next to me with a note.This time, when I opened the note, it read, "What would you do for a chance to fuck me in the ass? Would you be willing to let someone spank your ass on stage while you pound mine? If so, come to the second door on the building next door at 2:00 am. He took my hand off the vibe in my pussy, but continued to work it in and out. This left me with the sole job of working my stiff clit. Swirling the vibe around, I concentrated on my favorites pot. Grinding and rubbing to the side of my clit, I was aware of the familiar humming that was beginning in my pelvis.Starting at the base of my clit and working outward, the contractions grew stronger, as the need to cum increased. With my legs stiff and feet braced against the bed, I was about to cum,.