He pushed the head of his cock down to my sloppy slit, but when he pushed forward, it hurt him, and me. "Shoes," said Jamal. "Put the heels back on." ...I looked over and realized that he was right. With the four inch heels on my sandals, we'd fit much better. I stepped into them and buckled them, bent at the waist. It seemed quite surreal to fastening my strappy sandals on, naked in a storeroom with three near strangers, with cum dripping down the inner surface of both thighs. When I'd finished I. “I don’t think we should be doing this,” I said.“Shh. Don’t tell me you’re going to turn down a sexy girl that wants to pleasure you.” Lauren replied. I smiled at her and gave her a kiss her. I pushed back to look at her pretty face, then we started to make out for a little. I was trying to get her super horny and hopefully and would help make her not last very long, I knew that I wasn’t going to last long, since I’ve been wanting to fuck her for quite some time now. Lauren then stood up walked. It was bitter and acidy in his mouth. He had been primed for the press conference, ready to bask in the expression of horror on the faces of the people as his crimes were recited. Ready to glow with pleasure at the seriousness of all the law enforcement agencies that were out there hunting him down. The predator, the stalker, the Knife.He had gotten there early, in the guise of helping set things up. He had worked beside the people who were being paid to take him out of the game. He had joked. “Oh yes my dear, you’ll be humiliated by every girl and woman here, before being taken to hang for me, and you’ll feel the wholesome delight in their seeing you go ... unanimous from each and every one of them.” The female photographer’s bulbous curves, bustled at the camera as the women settled down, leering with her own pleasure as she prepared to make the first capture, illuminated by the delighted faces of the women, contrasting with the bewilderment on the face of the male, but his.