I see your eyes, the need to be royally fucked is so obvious. With that, I give us what we both need. I slam into you hard, burying myself in one thru...t. I hold myself there to feel the tightness and heat of your pussy. Fuck, it feels like heaven. I withdraw nearly completely, barely keeping myself inside the one place I want to be. I slam in again, and again, and again. Each time, my thrusts are brutal. Your moans grow louder. But we need more. I pull hard on your hair, forcing you to look at. Using my cell phone, I dialed his number. I saw him from the window pick up his phone and a man's voice answered. I said that I was selling cosmetics and I asked if the woman of the house was home. There was a pause as if he were thinking about this, but he answered that there was no woman. I thanked him and hung up. I watched his apartment for a few more hours. At 8:15 he opened his apartment door and got into his car. I followed him in my car. A few minutes later he parked near. My head rolled back, a moan passing through my lips. Your fingers slowly moved away, and were replaced again by you, hard and waiting. You eased in slowly, but even that could not stop me from cringing. You apologized, and stroked my cheek with your fingers before kissing me. I coiled my arms around your shoulders, gripping your hair in my hands tightly. You kissed me passionately, one hand holding my hip the other cradling my head as you kept pushing in. The further you went, the more it hurt,. ”“And if you don’t Match for some reason?” Lara asked.“There’s something called ‘The Scramble’,” Clarissa said. “Basically, they tell you if you Matched or not. If you didn’t, they release a list of all of the programs that didn’t fill, and you apply to as many of those as you can, though you might have to select a different specialty.”“And if you don’t make that?”“Then you basically don’t get to be a doctor,” she replied. “You can try again the next year, but your chances go down each.