Just willing to work in those darker colors and darker places. She’s definitely defined her own path. Maybe as a beginning, but as a young painter o... extraordinary talent, it’s just the place she can mature and express her own voice. What’s it called?”“Best of Friends. Perfect, hunh?”“It is.”“She was jealous. Of me with Ronnie. Of my mom with you.”“Jealous in what way?”“In the way it sounds. She loves Ronnie. She loves you. But neither of you chose her.”“I never knew.”“Neither did Ronnie. But. I needed, no I CRAVED something, I just couldn't figure out what it was. I got out of the car, walking always helped me plus I lived in a big city so slipping into life's shaddows was easy. My walk led me to a low end strip club named The night shift. A naughty yet charming little house of sin. I sat in front of a girl who called herself Diamond. She appeared to be in her early twenties and was pretty, to say the least. A healthy young body; long legs, thick round ass, perky little breasts,. Main cheekh kar boli, mujhe chor kaminay. Shankar ne haath se meri nighty ki dori khol di aur mujhe chor kar meri nighty kheench li. Meri nighty utar kar Shankar kay hatho may aagai aur main bhi Shankar ki tarha bilkul nangi hogi. Main bach kar bhaagnay lagi to Shankar ne mujhe pakad kar bistar par phenk diya aur khud mujhe par chadh kar let gaya.Shankar muskarata howa bola, ab kaha jaay gi haramzadi ab bol to kiya kar sakti hai. main apnay aap ko chorati hoi boli, mujhe janay de kuttay warna. Somehow, as in everything we’ve been doing, I knew you liked that. We seem to be in sync with each other’s bodies, perfectly in tune. I slow down the pace ever so slightly as to hold back myself from cumming as long as possible. I continue sliding the whole length of myself deep inside of you. The pressure is building within my balls. I reach around you once again, this time around your slim waist. I begin fondling your clit, urging you to cum with me. You begin pushing back in to my hips..