“You like getting fucked like a whore?” I said. “Yes! I’m a whore!” “Do you like this cock up your ass, fucking your brains out?” I ...aid. She bucked and wiggled on it, pushing it into her more. “Yes, I love it!” I slapped her big, round tits that were swinging wildly. She flinched. “You like being slapped around and treated like a filthy pig, don’t you?” “Yes!” “Does it turn you on?” “Yes… oh God Yes! Yes!” She was going wild. I could hardly the same girl that I saw in the lobby. ” She turned her head back and blew me while he grabbed his dick and pushed it into Ingrid’s pussy. He did not touch her; he kept his hands to his sides. He did not even move his hips; it was Ingrid that moved herself on and off his dick. It had been around thirty seconds, and Ingrid turned round to him again and said, “Is it in? Have you gone soft again?” I thought Ingrid just made fun of him. She looked up to me, winked and said, “You ready to cum yet?” I said, “I’d like to fuck you. She sees a movement from just outside the door, but she has no time to realize if it is just her imagination or not, when the next command arrives.“Bend a little,” he says. “Show me your ass.”She bends, as much as it is needed to uncover half of her naked ass. She thinks that Fred can already see her pussy, but maybe he can’t see her juices dripping on her inner thighs. Maybe he’ll see it and then want to lick her clean. But these thoughts only drive her on, and he is still not doing anything. I used to call her with her first name."I'll wait for your visit tonight, if it's okay with you."She told me her address, which was luckily very near to the institute. I was on duty that day till 8 p.m., I went there once I became off duty.I found the house that she described and it seemed pretty old. Their apartment was in the ground floor, standing alone in the middle of the floor. I knew from her tales that they were poor, but just now, I saw what she was talking about.I knocked on the door,.