I instinctually squeezed. He asked. "How's it feel? Nice right? Soft". I shook my head yes. She was Hispanic, about 5'5", rotund, and bruised on her a...rms and thighs (possibly from intravenous d**g use or just rough sex). She turned around and pulled down her sweatpants. Now fully nude and grabbing at my crotch, she asked if I wanted to fuck. I said yes, but was lacking a condom (a lie). They said it wasn't a problem. She began unzipping my fly and tugging on my turgid member, then lowered. ?Fuck me hard Master. Please fuck me hard. Fuck me hard Master.? This becomesher chant and mantra as she wiggles against me in frustration and desperationto have me fuck her the way she enjoys being fucked. I continue this for several minutes. Slowly building her up to an orgasm butthen stopping and repeating. She is getting very pissed at me now I can tell.Her struggles become more pronounced and tears of frustration begin to flow. ?I want to cum Master, let me cum, let your little slut cum. Though both actions were separate, I found a way to make a unity of the movements. ‘Stop,’ he begged, his hands reaching to tug at my own zipper. It was my turn to help him remove my jeans. The air bit at my skin. He gave my ass a playful slap, bringing red warmth to the skin. I pushed him back and straddled him. With a firm hand I guided his missile into my wet cunt. He expanded inside me, as I rolled my hips in a circle, undulant and slow. Grabbing me by the hips, he said, ‘None of that belly. Is really...tight. Okay? You could hurt her. Sorry if I am getting in your personal business too much, but I can tell she has not had sex like that before. So all I'm saying is, be careful," Amber finished her monologue, as Mark acknowledged with an understanding nod.Amber rolled away from Mark and began the effort to get dressed. I lay on my side and watched her put her clothes on as nonchalantly and carefree as she had taken them off. "I gotta go. Text me," Amber said, with a magical smile -.