We talked for an hour. He was eighteen and in trouble, but I liked him. I paid his bail and took him home to a slum that should have been condemned ye...rs ago. We walked up three flights to a dark and dirty hall lit by a single bulb. As we walked down it, we heard a scream.He exploded down the hall and I was right behind him. We burst through an apartment door. A beautiful young woman, with skin the color of dark chocolate and eyes that were huge and black, was standing on a small bed screaming. Please talk to me. Whatever is wrong, you have to talk to me. Even if you tell me you just don’t love me anymore, just tell me, please,” I beg, lifting her face to look me in the eyes.“Don’t love you? Of course, I love you,” she says before collapsing on my shoulder crying.I stroke her hair and hold her, not knowing what else to do.Her crying slows and she lifts her head to face me again.“Please tell me,” I beg again.“I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I feel so tired all the time. I feel like. I kissed him passionately and didn't care if he's a married man. I missed him, too. All those suppressed feelings came out and the next thing I knew, he was pinning me on the wall, unbuttoning my blouse, kissing my chest, removing my bra and sucking on my nipples. His hand made its way down to my belly. He reached for my pussy from under my skirt and pulled down my panties. "God, I miss you," he whispered in my ear as he inserted a finger in me. I bit his lip and smiled. He continued to lick my. He slowly, almost deliberately eases his penis all the way back in, and all the way back out until nothing is inside her but the head. He thrusts hard into her, waits, withdraws and repeats his actions, several times. Each pounding sends shockwaves throughout her vagina. They settle into a groove, like the rocking of the ocean waves, her legs wrapping around his lower back. He arches his back to lift her slightly off the bed, cupping his hands under her tight ass. Then without missing a stroke,.