Hollowed cheeks, gaunt frame spoke of iron control and wild helplessness, the faint taste of bile lingered at the back of her throat. Beauty was fickl..., the slender frame now skeletal, ravaged by years of starvation and her skin sagged on her dejectedly, the lines that burrowed into her brow premature. Rumpled clothing, the kind that one bought in the attempt to feign wealth, in cut that nearly draped beautifully, save for the cheap cloth and subtle imperfection, clung in silent witness to the. She jerked, so I did it again. She jerked again. I sucked her clitoris into my mouth, and slid my forefinger into her pussy, curving it up so I could rub her G-spot. She had her hands on my head, and when I did that she bucked up and pulled my face into her. "Well," I thought. "That answers another question. My Mom likes to have her pussy eaten."Now I got into it. I sucked, I licked, I probed and rubbed with my finger, and brought everything to bear that my limited experience could offer.. His screams where muffled by the toilet bowl and the water, but it didn't matter anyway, the trucker was right when he said no one would hear him scream back here. The trucker then began to slide his fat greasy cock in and out of Jacks tight ass, thrusting into him hard until finally all 14 inches of his massive tool where deep inside Jacks rectum, stretching him to the max. As the trucker pumped harder and faster into his butt, Jack was pushed harder into the toilet bowl, its putrid smell. She immediately told me to fuck her hard. "Give it to me hard mother fucker" she said. I started to long stroke her cunt, faster and harder with each stroke. She was saying "fuck that dirty cunt, fuck it, fuck it harder. Shoot that load in me mother fucker" I knew I was going to come and was afraid to shoot inside her. I was so in a trance from the smell of her that I couldn't control myself. I knew I was going to come and I told her I was. She kept saying "inside me, inside me mother fucker".