The tingling spread from nipples to areolas and spread through her swellings. She felt the same tingle start in her vagina, spread to her inner labia,...her outer labia, she gave a little gasp and crossed her legs as it reached her clit. She looked over her book, her two closest friends were watching her closely. She needed them desperately. She put the book down and leaned to one side, placing one foot on the seat her legs wide apart. She saw the eyes of her friends drop to her lemon panties and. ..i groan & shudder & then sigh loudlyas i feel the ridge of your helmet slide in& my wide-stretched opening clutches uas u start 2 push in2 me even deeper...i start 2 wriggle my ass up 2ward uas u work yourself even further in2 mewith quick & short & stabbing strokes& my aching ass takes a little more cockwith each 4ward gyration of your hips...when u are finally all the way inside me& i can feel your balls resting on my assi look directly up in2 your eyes & whimper" fuck me hard !! fuck me. She had all the right muscles in all the right places and the curves that the men paid money to see. At first, she was a little shy when it came to the private dances but after doing five to ten of them on each shift, she became a little addicted to the feel of a hard dick in her crack and rubbing on her slit. She got really good at judging when a guy was close to shooting his load and cheated by fondling his balls or playing with his ass cheeks to make him blow his cookies without further. She considered tomato ketchup, but no, if she was to destroy The Knife in order to get the ultimate pics of it thrust into her belly it would need to be real blood. The butchers? No, what would she say she wanted it for, making black pudding wasn't blood used for that? Too much chance of being asked questions she would be embarrassed to answer, anyway The Knife deserved a real victim before she ruined it forever. Then she remembered the pet rabbit the couple two doors up kept which was always.