I needed to show him just who I was. I had to arouse him to such passion that he needed me to satiate him. That he couldn’t afford to be angry at me...for being a slut. Instead, he’d need my whorish body to pleasure him, to give him the delights of my underage cunt.I pounced at him, throwing my arms around his neck, being bold like those whores on TV. So wanton, taking what they wanted from men. I kissed him hard, shuddering at the wiry feel of his beard on my face, scratching in such a masculine. The poor girl had no idea where he was, I could tell they didn't believe her. Good job I turned up. They decided to question me instead. Sarah went off to another room and I just simply told them he's probably off looking for his next fix so he could be anywhere. They took that in, considering they know of his habit. He was once arrested for being under the influence. Once they left, Sarah broke down in tears, and, like the good Samaritan, I tried my best to calm her down. "So what was that. The remnants of what was once a bustling downtown area were gracefully aging into old town and the buildings that used to house popular night clubs and fancy restaurants were now giving way to storefronts and other small businesses. The building that was holding my interest had been converted into a health club.After a quick look around, I stepped off the curb with a small splash and hustled across the street. The front door was locked and most of the building was dark and empty with the. Dean lied there with his eyes closed, sweating and in pure bliss. The veins in his neck were popping and beads of sweat formed all over his face and chest. I gently ran the tip of my tongue through Dean’s pubes, up his treasure trail and into his belly button collecting every drop of his fresh juices. His skin was salty with sweat and his warm cum was sweet. I continued working my way up to his chest collecting the load he unleashed so far up his torso, I swirled it around his nipple and bit it.