I thought it was a one time thing-that It'd be some twisted desire I'd want and need, that I'd fuck any stranger to try to feel it again. The man came... again. Lucky me.The next night I got out of the shower and waddled my sore body back into my room. I opened the door and kicked it closed with my heel, not bothering to turn around. Instantly, the breeze threw me off. The window was wide open-and I knew I had kept it shut. I had pondered locking the whole house down but decided not to-I guess I. The gang banger Paulo Zero’s home is in Uncle Toad’s New Jack City-type apartment building I call Hotel Pablo. The official name is the Pablo Apartments, after my late father Pablo who was Toad’s older brother. My mother’s Brazilian blood is reflected in my name.My #1 safe house, which is not associated with either persona, is the well-located Batcave hidden in an active parking structure, part of a busy industrial district. Then, because I am especially smart or paranoid (in my line of work. This isn’t the nightmare of the past. This is something all together new. I start to turn but your hands catch my arms and hold me still, pulling me against you, my back to your chest. You wrap your arms around me and together we watch until the sun is out of sight. Your hands slowly caress my arms softly. ‘You’re cold.’ ‘I’m use to being cold,’ I answer quietly. You lean down, kissing the top of my head then whisper, ‘Let me show you warmth instead.’ ~All those memories we share I will cherish. ”Pushing into and out of, Sola’s pussy clamps down tight as if trying to grab and hold him. Soon he is driving deep and hard into her—a game of cat and mouse between him and her cunt. Her pussy makes sloppy, wet sounds and she smiles, telling him that she is enjoying the feel of him.“Take me from behind, Justin,” she whispers. “We want Riley to see your big, fucking human cock driving into my wet Tasali cunt.”Whether it’s the words she uses or the way she says it, Justin can’t help but grin at.