She looked like such a beautiful, busty, blonde cocksucker. I was glad she was having fun, but I didn't want to ruin the mood. I gripped both sides of...her head and began to fuck her face/throat with slow and deep strokes."You love this don't you, you dirty big titty whore?", I said as I fucked her face."Mhm ah hoo." She hummed around my cock.I grabbed the front of her top, and pulled it down ripping it exposing her bra. I reached into each up and pulled out her heavy tits. I felt nipples. I tried screaming in pain but the force of him driving his cock in me forced the cock into my mouth down my throat. He just started pounding away. The pain was so intense i could feel tears running down my cheeks. This only turned them both on more and they laughed and said how they know a few other guys that would love to use me. The thought of them pimping me out must have turned his friend on because before I knew it he let out a grown and I could feel him unloading down my throat.. All other reports on the fun run are on pages two and three. The rest of the front page is taken up with the other happy people news from around the region during the weekend, births, weddings, and the like.The Finish LineI don’t run, I can’t with my bad knee, but I always get asked to take my van to the finish line so I can return a bunch of friends who do run back to the start line and their cars. I like to arrive early so I can park right beside the finish line. Most years I’m the first to. ”“Oh…” I replied.“Chad, you know the thing I said I was going to tell you today?”“Yeah,” I said.A few seconds later, the three words escaped from her lips that brings me to mourn:“I'm getting married.”“Congrats,” I said with manners. “When’s the wedding?”“Next year.”I had a myriad of emotions running through my head. Confusion, anger, lust, jealousy. I mentally prepared to delete her number. However, I knew this much: Fuck love and everything that comes with it. When we got to her place, we.