In one smooth movement Erica’s legs went around his waist. He pushed inside her, both of them crying out with pleasure when the tip of his cock hit ...he back of her pussy. “I think– ” she moaned as Scott started moving harder against her, “this might h-help–” another moan tore from her throat when he pulled her forward at the hips and at the same time thrust his own hips harder, “that throb,” she finally managed to get the sentence out. No small accomplishment considering the sensations. ‘And I should thank you, I guess. Sheila got so tired of hearing the two of you, she practically jumped me so we could drown you out.’ ‘Glad I could help,’ Tim said. ‘But I was able to tell her so many things that night, and since then, I can hardly talk to her about the things I really need to say. Even if it’s completely stupid, she’s a big girl, and she knows me really well. I at least owe it to her to tell her how I feel so she knows.’ ‘Like, what are we talking about here?’ ‘Well,’ Tim. M-Miss...“ I smiled at her. It was nice to torment a girl in this way. To arouse old memories she would much prefer to forget.„Do you get fucked often, Merena?“ A gulp.„More or less...every day, Miss.“„Several times?“„Often, Miss.“ I tweaked her other nipple and she gasped again. Recoiling but then thrusting back her breasts almost instantly. Nice that. I tweaked her nipple again. Another gasp and the process was repeated.„You`ve got quite tits, girl,“ I said. „I imagine you are quite. When...when did you get out?" "A few days ago," he answered. He pressed his cock harder between her thighs and stroked her back. "I saw the show here." She looked down and said, "You did?" "Yeah. It was good. Real good." She was clearly embarrassed. She hadn't seen her father in two years, and when she did see him, there she was--working in a live sex club. The last time he had seen her, she wasn't a "harlot"; now--she was a paid sex performer. "I...I don't know what to say," she blushed and.