141 was split into multi-lets and it became home to dockers and factory workers and even spent a decade bordered up… becoming shelter to delinquents..., vagrants and prostitutes who soon used it as their base to ply their sordid trade.Ah… sex. The downfall of so many. And so began 141’s final chapter.Nine years ago 141 came under it’s final owner… Mr and Mrs Stamp - a couple of notorious repute. The king and Queen of the swinging scene. 141 became known as The Townhouse. A den for infamous sex. He was crushing her boobs with his hands too and pulled her towards him. He wrapped his arms around her back. Her boobs were crushed against his chest. He held her tight and stopped with his dick in her pussy. She thought maybe he was about to cum and her misery was about to get over. Suddenly she felt davindra hands rubbing her asshole. Her position was such that her ass was already up and poking out in the air and ass cheeks were open in that position.Davindra started to mount her and his. He pulled his T-shirt over his head then let me take off his jeans. "You want it?" he teased pressing his hard cock still in his boxers against me, making me moan."I need it," I said looking into his eyes, driving him wild.I pulled his boxers off and took him in my hand. His breath quickened as I worked him up and down. "Fuck, Cassie," he moaned then grabbed my hand. He kissed me deeply to buy himself some time to cool off. "I’ve never been so hard," he said kissing my neck again.Taking a. I sensed her orgasm quickly approaching. Her moans grew louder and her legs gripped me tighter. Her back arched slightly and she began bucking her hips ever so slightly. I had my hands on her hips and tried hard to keep my mouth in contact with her clit but her bucking made it difficult. Finally, her grip relaxed and her vaginal lips became cold. I kissed her pussy a few times then looked up at her. Her eyes were closed and she was playing with her breasts. I licked the juices from my lips and.