It makes me feel good to see that, and I just can’t help wondering why it took me so long to become a slut when it’s all so obvious it’s what I�...��m meant to be.His fat ass bounces harder and harder and my face virtually disappears inside his crack, and not surprisingly, he suffocates me with his ass and the next time I wake up, it’s morning.I’m confused, because I don’t wake up in my bed. I don’t wake up in any bed. I’m on the floor with my rug over me, and for a minute I wonder if I had drunk so. I made sure my hips moved with some extra sway, my breasts bouncing with each exaggerated step. I turned to face the door as Able moved to insert the room keycard into the slot. I stroked his back and I felt someone begin stroking mine, another hand on my ass. Able pushed into the room and I followed, kicking my heels into the alcove of the closet. I walked to the sitting area, turned around near the open balcony door, and the guys formed a loose half circle in front of me.My hands went to my. There are a few in my room called Rape Stories. There is a story I wrote in one of them that is very similar to last night as a matter of fact. But I never seem to be able to not have the girl enjoy it in them, like some other stories in there that can be very violent. Would you like to read one and see what you think?"Elena immediately answered no to that, and then changed the subject. "Why didn't you build your cabin on the lake," she asked. He told her that he had thought of that, but. The sheet barely covered him and it was still lying across his stomach, were she had left it after she had tried to shake hands with his manhood. In fact, as she looked at it, it was so limp it could have died of strangulation. She recalled just how she had held him tight using her muscles to stimulate him as he had spent himself inside her just before she had released her own juices. The very thought made her feel sorry for him but that was short lived as the thought of what could have.