My cock exploded hard.Donna flinched and coughed, but took every spurt of cum as my cock jerked in her throat. She let me hold her head down until I w...s finished, then sat up.She cleared her throat and said, “What that okay?”“It was wonderful, Donna.”Then we kissed briefly and she laid her head on my shoulder. I ran my fingers through her long silky hair and tried to convince myself that I’d just shot my load into Donna Jackson’s throat.“Bill?” Donna whispered.“Yeah.”“You’ll think what I’m. You can't rape me! Please!" Oh man!" he said, "It's just like a bitch to want to run her own life, and I'm actually all for equal rights and all that. But the minute she's in a bind, then everyone else owes her their blood, sweat, and tears! Well, bull shit!"He stood and started to walk away."Hey!" I shouted, "Where are you going? You can't leave me here!"From several paces away, he turned. "Listen bitch. I'd never rape anyone. If you want my help, it has to be by mutual consent. Do you know. Our seat was totally covered with luggage. Savvy slowly pulled out my lower and grabbed my cock. This was gave me signal to go ahead. I grabbed her head and kissed her deeply. We were sucking each other’s tongue and exchanged saliva. My hands played with her boobs and she played with my cock. After kissing she leaned over my cock and sucked it like lollipop. I felt lot of pleasure and pressure. I tried to move her head but she stuck like a leech. My dick started pissing in her mouth, but her. "Don't know," Dana said. "But from what little he has said it's obvious that he's a very sexually frustrated man and that prostitute's somehow seem to represent a painful mirror of his own inadequacies. Apparently for all his life there's been a pattern of impotency in any normal male-female relationship and at one point he even eagerly told us that he's unable to achieve sexual arousal except when stimulated by violence or death." So is the fucker going to fry or not?" I asked somewhat.