We're sitting there, watching the Top2000, laughing at the dumbest tweets scrolling by at the bottom of the frame, I've got one hand in my guy's sweat...ants not really up to anything, just mindlessly stroking his dick.Then my phone pings and I grab it to look. To my surprise I see the pictures I haven't seen in at least f******n years.My guy sees them too and scolds me, not for sending nudie pictures to some rando, but for not having them myself anymore and that he's never seen them before. All. I rammed two of my fingers into her as hard as I could, and she cried out in pleasure. I held my fingers deep inside her and slowly wiggled them, producing a few moans from her once again. I slowly withdrew my fingers again and rammed them back into her once more. I repeated this, gradually picking up the pace of my finger fucking her. She was groaning and writhing around on the table. I started using my other hand to gently rub her clit, making her moan even louder. I was pumping my fingers. It hurt like hell. I’ve never experienced so much pain before. I let out a huge scream.“Aaaahh! Stop it!” I screamed No baby. I won’t stop. Even if your parents come knocking on the door, I won’t stop.”He was fucking ridiculously fast. I could see some blood, but my tears had almost completely covered my vision. Slowly the pain decreased, and the pleasure increased. My “stop!” cries turned into “don’t stop!” cries, and in a couple of minutes I was moaning loudly. Okay, I’m going to cum, he. I said that it was okay and he smiled.Then the producer, who was always behind the cameraman said to me,– currently there is a breast cancer awareness champagne going on in Japan. Pornstars collect money by allowing guys to touch their boobs for a certain time. What do you say, Fareeda? Wanna take part? –As I was getting dressed into a new suit, I thought about this for a while. I always liked and wanted to help people by doing something other than sex but had never got the chance. This money.