I had always, like most girls, assumed that it would be a guy who took my cherry. When I was younger, I had romantic dreams of some handsome actor pic...king me up, and taking me to his bed, and slowly undressing me...or maybe some mysterious gentleman I met while at an art show... Always there was taking to a bed, and always, always there was slow undressing. Most of all, it was always a guy. So the idea of Alice, this little doll-like girl I was falling for quickly...well, I didn't know what to. And I thought I should also be posting my experiences. This incident happened a year ago with me and my girlfriend. I was thrilled and scared at the same time when this happened.I’m fair, 6ft, 75kgs, with a little beer tummy with a 6.5-inch dick. My girlfriend is dusky, 5’5ft, 50kgs, with a little beer tummy with 32-28-36 stats. Guys used to ogle at her ass when she walks. What I liked most in her is her dusky complexion and her stare with the attitude.You will want to have her in bed, holding. They threatened to urinate on her too unless she kept her mouth open. Edith giggled before she spat in Anne’s mouth. The director snorted before depositing something chewy in her mouth. Diana sprayed her whole face with spit. The make-up girl scraped up whatever missed with a teaspoon and fed it to Anne. The awful swallowing, over and over, again and again. When Anne finally opened her eyes she saw the make-up girl on her knees sucking her husband’s cock before spitting his spunk and her. Everyone had more or less had the same trick up their sleeve.You would guess I would be tired of such tedious attempts at my life almost every other day but you would be very wrong.I loved it. The shot of adrenaline that burst through my veins when someone rushed towards me with the intent to kill, unaware of their own impending demise a few moments later. The exhilaration I felt when their blood struck my face, warming my being for a few brief moments.The prey was coming to the predator and I.