It wasn't Stephanie.I opened my eyes, wincing at the bright light in the room and turned my head to the left. Beside me was Michelle, her hair tattere..., her bleary red eyes looking at me. Only her head stuck out from beneath the covers."Oh my God," I mumbled, remembering what had happened last night and early this morning. We had started in the living room and had eventually ended up here, in my bed. We had fucked, sucked and enjoyed each other until probably close to 2AM while Stephanie and. She looked me dead in the eye. If you want it so badly, take it then John. For the first time her bad girl persona broke and I could see lust in her eyes which I could feel somewhere in the primal regions of my brain. The beast within me clawed its way forward and I roughly turned her back onto her stomach and plowed into her ass without a thought of her pleasure, only of my desire. Bella reached forward grasping at my bed sheets and her nails tore into the linens. Her face buried its way into. I felt quite warm at that moment, although her exterior seemed tough and sure, but somewhere along our encounter, she broke down to a needy girl.'Thanks for not doing it on our first encounter...'It dawned on me then, that I had not surged her, she has gotten me at our second encounter. Her demure facade at our lunch and the movie was a relive of the life she has given up by stepping into her 'industry'. I stroked her cheek and ruffled her hair, smiling at her. It was such an afc move. But I. “Are you sure about this?” he asked as they pulled up at what was apparently a renowned dogging spot. She laughed nervously and leaned across, offering him her response as a simple kiss. They sat quietly for a few minutes, giggling as they contemplated the rules of etiquette they’d read up on in the days leading up. He switched on the interior light. “Shall we put on a show baby?" he said with an impish grin, and they were ready. She’d worn a flimsy yellow thigh length dress for easy access..