She sat up a bit as she worked my pants down, taking my underwear along with in the process. Once they were around my ankles, she slipped my shoes off...and then removed my pants the rest of the way. I was naked as she still sat on me. Pressing me until I was fully reclined again, she began to move down kissing my chest and nipples, then going lower. ‘I have something I’ve wanted to do for you for the longest time. I want you to just lay there and accept what I do and I’ll stop when I’m ready.. ..I want to so badlyyyy...." I turned so she could see me more clearly, kicking my panties off and spreading my legs towards her. She took her shirt off and reclined on the pillow. With both fingers she rubbed her clit and lips, dipping one finger inside every now and then. I watched her twitch and gasp, noting how her tiny nipples bounced with the jiggling motion of her masturbation."Who's the last pussy you ate?" I asked her, wanting more fantasies."Katie Ferguson," she answered, eyes. She was so shocked by the sudden collision that she was not really cognizant of what was happening. She had hoped to meet some men and to flirt and be slutty in front of them. Them getting a chance to really check her out as she preened for them. In reality, she was in a man's arms, and he was just now getting a good look at her.His friends were giving him grief about trying to fuck her on the street. He was just holding her and looking at her. He could clearly see her tits with the hard. She was sitting in the Starbucks window, at a small table by herself, commiserating and wondering what she'd need to do in order to get past this, and watching the rain come down in downtown Washington DC. She had to smile at that. This time last week, she'd been sheltering from the oppressive sun. She was about as far away from that life as it was possible to get.She looked up, out of her reverie, as a shadow fell across her, into the smiling face of Astrid. Smiling was, in fact, too mild a.