What choice did she really have? She leaned forward until she felt the velvety tip touch her lips.The scent of her brother was something she had never...imagined. Even as she leaned forward and before her tongue tasted his flesh, Lilly knew she was going to like his taste. There was the scent of his clothes, but then the stale smell of urine… and his sweat and skin…. She took him into her mouth and pushed the tip of her tongue under the tip of his cock and into the fold of his foreskin. She. This is it, I was thinking to myself - she's finally going to have a big black cock from a total stranger filling her up, and I'm there to see it. When Casey realized he wasn't wearing a condom, she looked at me helplessly, started protesting and tried to thrash her legs at him, only to have him enjoy her struggles as he gripped her legs with great force, and worked his full cocklength over her moist pussy. Her weak protest soon turned to crying and whimpering when he pushed the big head of his. Puffy and tender her pussy lips are as soft as marsh mallow pillows drenched in honey; through them I can feel the little rod of her clitty buried inside, protected in its warm slippery little sheath. Using the lightest touch I squeeze her clitty through her pussy lips. She stills her struggles as her desire to cum begins to take hold. Tenderly I torture her with her own desire. She is mine and mine alone now, she knows it, I know it. I will satisfy her lust, her need to go to that special. He nodded, "what evers good", she spun easily on her heels and walked back to the bar.Ambling over, Lucas sat as far away from the already drunk older man and kept to himself.The bar girl pored him a shot of something good and as he threw it back he noticed her looking him up and down."Can I help you girl?" he asked, startling her slightly;She leaned her elbows on the counter and looked him in the eye,"Lucas Malcolms" she said simply.Lucas smiled, finishing his shot, he couldn't recall ever.