Maybe it would teach him the value of things in his life beyond cash and card games, or maybe he didn't deserve me at all. But the more I thought abou... it, and the more I watched him recklessly betting with his last thousand dollars, with my body on the line, the more I found myself rooting against him. Rooting for him was doing me no good, I realized. He didn't deserve my support anyway. I leaned on Deon, rubbing his back with my hand. I was excited by how strong he was, and by his strong. She too was in seventh heavenIn no time she reached her first climax I could feel it by tightening of her pussy. But she was far from satisfaction.I fucked her in the same position for next few minutes. I turned her around facing me and lifted her. She wrapped her legs around me. I held her high and she guided my tool inside her pussy.Wow because of this congested space I was getting to try positions which otherwise I would ignore.She was hugging my head with both the hand and I kept pounding. " Yet you're willing to help me now?" Melinda asked, not trusting this little Puta who claimed to be her sister."You are the only one whose dream I was able to break into," Béla replied. "I never met any of my other sisters in real life." I had a sister in Rumania, fifty years before I ever laid eyes on you," Melinda replied haughtily. "Her name was Elisabeta. She was a princess, and I, her handmaiden. But we were lovers, as well, for she preferred a feminine touch..." Great!" Béla exclaimed. Four days of gentle persuasion later and she'd swapped that assurance for a one-way ticket to hell, the ink on the devil's contract signed in a mixture of their bittersweet come drizzling from her delicious, deflowered, bare cunt that he'd convinced her to let him shave completely. He allowed himself a smile. All it took was employing the correct triggers, something at which he was remarkably adept.Christina puffed up in defiance. Obvious bravado, but convincing nonetheless to the untrained.