Keira excused herself, she wanted to go a little further out and see what was beyond the farm and vineyard. Promising to be careful and back in time f...or dinner, she walked off. She was wearing a simple summer dress and sandals.She kept on walking until she reached another field; it was plain with few horses. However what caught her eye were the dandelions--she loved them. As she bent down to pick one she didn't hear someone creep up behind her and yank her away. Before she could react she found. I looked right at T and he looked right at me, both of us smiling when he says, "Get your hand back on my black cock slut..." I keep smiling as I reach out and begin to grasp it, feeling it, and then slowly stroking on it. "Bet you want to suck on a real black cock don't ya slut?" he asks me. I don't even answer him this time. I got down on my knees on the floor in front of him and pulled his sweat pants all the way down and off of him. Then I grabbed his thick black cock and licked the sides. Then he'd invite his friends over, and by this point the girl was so dominated and broken down that she would do anything they wanted.George hated the pornos that tried to have a plot, or any semblance of romance. He liked these, the rougher ones, the ones where the men were men and the women were sluts. Halfway into the first scene he had his cock out and was stroking it with one hand and sipping a beer with his other.Another boom of thunder from outside. And then he heard a different sort of. ‘You lie,’ he murmured like the lover that he’ll never be, words sharp like the knife that dug into his gut when he witnessed the two of them. He pinned her against the wall, uncaring of the brisk wind. Uncaring of the possibility of someone walking by. Uncaring of anything but his heart. ‘You likened me to a beast when we first met,’ one hand holding her arms above her head, the other slowly undoing the buttons of her frilly jacket. Their hearts raced in tandem. His fingers traced the.