"Come," he says, gently touching my arm. His breath tickles my neck, and my face burns red. His lips brush my ear.Oh, Ricardo, you Latin stud. My eyes...roll closed. My chest is heaving.His hand finds my stomach. He's done this before. His finger makes its way into my mouth -- Jack never does this -- and surges in and out. One more thrust and I'll come."This way," he whispers, kissing my neck.I don't want him to stop, but his hands have moved on. A door creaks. Fevered, I look. Yikes! Is this. James wasting no time pulled her waist near him l, gliding in his pole in her ass which was already soar, fucking her in doggy style while Doc merrily slapped her cheek twice, sat leaning the head board dragging her head into his cock. She gagged and wanted to breathe. She couldn’t take the pain and screamed in agony. She began to abuse James, “Chor kutte, haramike pilla, apne maa ko chode aaise, gannd fat jaiga mera, tera pao parta hu” (leave me you son of a bitch, you asshole, go and fuck. His morning,my girl was really sweet.She was turned at our bedroom mirror and windows,asleep.The sun was coming through the trees outside. It was dark.Her hair was fluffy and messy on her pillow.She was hugging her pillow.Her arm underneath.Her soft little ass was touching me.Her leg was strait and the other fell off the bed.I move to her and put my arm around.I smelled her hair.Her morning breath is a little bitter but smelled like grass and milk,like always They grumbled about boys, the ones at school who were all stupid, too, not smart and sexy and handsome like Jack. They grumbled about the cafeteria food, especially the meatloaf.In other words, they talked aboutvioletthe exact same thingsvioletthey’d always talked about, ever since freshman year.But that one particular afternoon, Donna had casually asked Emily if Jack had ever talked about baby names with her, and Emily had said no, why, and Donna had said that she was just wondering about it,.