Every so often her hand would brush against my thigh, and my cock was busting to be free from my jeans. She look down and saw want she was doing to me...and ask why i had a hard on? I told her she was a stunner, I was high and her touch drove me crazy. With that my buttons were released and she was stuffing my cock in her mouth. I was in heaven she grab my hand and lead me to my room shedding cloths as we went reaching the bed my cock was back in her mouth she kept saying she wanted to taste some. " Steven headed out the door, and Jake looked towards me. "You want to go and jump on our trampoline. It's pretty fun man!" I nodded back and forth again and followed him outside. I took of my shoes and jumped on the trampoline with him. He took off his shirt once again, and I stared nervously. "Sorry man. I like to take off my shirt while I'm jumping. I like to feel the breeze in this hot weather." I then quickly replied without thinking. "I like to take off my shirt, too!" I took it off. She didn’t want to kiss me - she needed to kiss me. This young sweet beautiful girl needed to feel wanted and desired. She had spent too long as an outcast, a piece of street trash. She needed to know she was still valued. And I needed to feel that I was wanted as well. The security guard and the street girl both needed one another very badly at that moment.Somehow, without either of us realizing it, we slid slowly down on the old leather couch with her on top still wrapped around me and the. We all contemplate on it with utter delight.Nobody is exempt from dreaming of hard bondage,Nor excused from the desires of erotic goth sex.I call her an exquisite bitch without further ado,And inform her what a lovely tramp she really is:For she needs a mammoth cock slammed in her throat,Chained to the wall maybe till her wrists bruise,Or perhaps hogtied to the table as I cane her fat ass,Or possibly handcuffed to the bed as I spray her pretty face!I label her a gorgeous slut without.