‘CAn I get you anything? Coffee?’ Greg offered. ‘Sure,’ says Aida. ‘So you can’t sleep?’ Greg asked while busying in the little kitchene...tte. He came back holding a cup for her and sat down next to her. ‘Do you think I really made a big mistake, Greg?’ she asked. ‘What is done is done, girl. No use crying or worrying over it now,’ said Greg in a resigned tone. ‘I thought I had so much going for me. All of a sudden, I found myself gotten framed with some stupid drugs. Worst, I found myself. Patrick was happy enough with that arrangement and Amala now put her upper body on the bed, raising her backside even more. Patrick teased her arse crack with his erection as he had done last time and then eased his penis into Amala's cunt and fucked swiftly."Um, um, yes, yes," panted Amala as her lover thrust his hips backwards and forwards as his penis slid in and out of her now saturated vagina. A few more hard and fast thrusts had Amala cumming and very soon thereafter Patrick ejaculated as. He was also a big marijuana user. It wasn’t that he was obsessive, he just really enjoyed it, and I learned to like it quite a bit while I was with him. I noticed it made me feel very sensual. I started to think about sex a lot during my time with Rudy. I probably thought about it more than Rudy did, but unlike Rudy (I’m sure) my thoughts always came back to one central concern: I wondered why I didn’t enjoy it more. Perhaps I should have been satisfied with the mere fact that I no longer. ." I stop talking as the cock enters my mouth. My tongue is going around as it finds itself deep in my throat I gag a little bit. I don't like blow jobs. I avoid them, but I fight the urge to gag. I get his dick in my hands and lick it for a long time. He stands up and pulls me down on my little red sofa. He is on top of me. I wonder if he will kill me with a pillow and leave and it will be all over the news that "Miss Star dies having sex with client." When he is inside me I realize I forgot.