As I got my feet under me she leaned back from the kiss and said. “What now, big guy.” I grinned at her. “Your spanking of course.” I watched ...her eyes widen in both surprise and anticipation. She tried to turn like she was going to flee but I had my feet under me now. I just pulled her to me and tossed her over my shoulder. As I waded to the stairs I could feel her hitting my back with her tiny fists and she tried to kick but I held her fast. I will admit if she’d really tried to get away I’d. Until now. Ryan had crept closer to me as we chatted, until his face was mere inches from mine. Reaching a hand behind my head, he gently pulled me towards him, our lips touching as he used his tongue to gently tease my mouth open. Our tongues met, the kiss starting slowly, each exploring the other with light flicks and gentle biting of lips until we could no longer stand it and the kiss intensified. A hand slid down my neck to my tits, a finger sliding beneath my bikini to tweak the nips.. I don't know what will come and be of me in life. It is either I kill—or I get killed. I was only seventeen years old when I first became a prostitute. An underage, you might think right yeah, and I really was immature and babyish then. Being a streetwalker during night is not something I foresaw myself doing and pulling off zealously and laboriously in my forthcoming days; it is something that befall and hit me—suddenly, abruptly, and all out of nowhere.The night before she made it clear as. At first she just laid there total still, not responding to any of my touch trying not to show any feeling of pleasure. After a few minutes I started to rub her breast as I fucked her. Grabbing one tit in each hand I kneaded them roughly at first, and then gently rubbing little circles around the nipples. This made her lose control, and she couldn’t ignore the pleasure anymore. Slowly she started to breath harder and faster, then her hips u*********sly started thrusting in little circles around.