In the moment where she turned her head and began talking to me, I noticed that she looked like Katy Perry and that her voice sounded like Katy's, too... so I asked her if she was Katy Perry, after I told her that I would only fuck her ass if that's the only thing she was looking for. She denied being Katy Perry, but admitted that she looked like her and I wasn't the first to tell. She told me that it was OK for her if I'd pretend her to be Katy Perry."OK, Katy, bend down again so I can play with. She started to move my hand back and forth across her prick and I felt it harden and lengthen, it was already bigger than mine and it was still growing.“That’s for you, baby. I’m getting hard for you.” She told me conspiratorially. Her cock had grown long enough for the head to escape the leg of her shorts. It was obscene, this long hard cock coming out of a hot girl’s short shorts. She stood up and pulled me up with her. She hooked her thumbs into her shorts and said, “I’ll show you mine if. ‘It’s hanging open.’ ‘Jodie…’ I began, but he cut me off. ‘I know,’ he said. ‘I saw her in the store.’ I quickly started the car and left the parking lot. I drove to Kyle’s place in complete silence. I felt his eyes on me, but I refused to speak. ‘You know, since you and Jane broke up you might want to invite Jodie to my party,’ he said. I looked at him as if he were from another planet. He saw my look and quickly became defensive, ‘Alright! Alright! It was just a thought.’ The next few weeks. He tipped it over and on its side so my head landed right on Amber’s stomach, facing Thug 2 with his cock buried in my girlfriend. I could smell Amber’s lotion, lavender, the softness of her skin, and the dark contrast of the black rapists ripped body thrusting in and out of her. So now Amber was pinned to the bed on her back, her feet held near her head by two captives, and the third raping the shit out of her pussy, with me being held down on top of her, watching it happen.“Oh yeah” Thug 2.