...you really want to be this?''''yes let me go iam cindy I dont know any Mathiew , i want to go home ''''these black guy dont care about you they jus... making you into a pet they can abuse dont you understand''''no they are all very nice guy i want to go now''''god I cant believe this, what your parents are gonna think , what am I supposed to say''''let me go''and he had no choice but let him go''iam sorry tp say this but even if we go get him, he will not want to go back with you, i tried with. ''Jesus,' he snarled, slamming his head back against the pillow. 'You must have come a hundred times by now.''You wish, stud,' she teased, grateful he wasn't bright enough to see through her lie. He was a stunning piece of work, a rough diamond, with his dark, saturnine features, mop of truculent black hair, and a broad, hirsute bullet of a body, built to win rugby championships.As for his tackle, well... 'Aah, lovely,' she echoed him, letting another climax spark and flood within her, making. ” I sighed after we stopped kissing. “I think you have that covered already baby.” She sighed making me look in her eyes.“Yeah but I wanna look even more hot.” I said while I grabbed my little bra and put it on. “Anything you want.” She said while she took my hand and took me to my desk with the mirror.After that, she did my hair and put a really fancy red ribbon in it. She put it in a ponytail but left my long bangs out so they hung over my eyes and stuff. Then she started to do my makeup. Marta knew what that was about, she had been a strong virgin once herself when QwitÔs brother brought her pain and pleasure.Hopefully nobody else heard it.I spared a glance at Abril, she had her hands over her ears and the look on her face was terror, not of CynthiaÔs pain, instead it was the memory from her own past.But most of my attention was on Cynthia. I was frozen above her, holding the head of my cock inside her, beyond the barrier. I was past the critical bit. The next stroke would.