She thought he looked awfully cute carrying her butterfly printed backpack over his own. He was tall and his broad shoulders made her feel week in the... knees. She knew exactly what she would think about when she masturbated tonight. “Could you grab the door?” he asked, snapping her back from her daydream. They entered the drafty apartment and stepped into the elevator. She slid the mitten off her right hand and entered her floor number. The yellow lights in the elevator flickered as they. He grabbed me and in seconds he had me, weakas I was, over his knees as he sat on the chair by the dressing table."Nooo, nooo, please, let me go, let me go," I begged as I squirmed, buthe held me in a grip of iron, his left arm over my back, holding me facedown."Please, please nooo," I whimpered as I felt him lift my dress, then pullmy panties down and I began to squirm and wriggle again as he began tospank me with stinging smacks over my soft bare bottom.I squeaked in shock and pain at the. Mmmmmmm, he was delicious. I held his fat head on my tongue and expressed all the male cocktail I could squeeze out of his still twitching cock. He watched thru crossing eyes.His shouts had drawn the attention of our audience back to us, but I had no time for them. I wanted Speedo's cock in another hole. Now seated on the wall, he slowly caught his breath. "Wow! Just WOW! I ... I ... I've never felt anything like that before. Now I understand the obsession with deep throating.. I close my eyes tightly, trying desperately to dispell all of the images from my dream that are now flashing through my head. I flinch when I feel his hand on my shoulder, not having heard him come up to my bed. He pulls my on my arm slightly and I comply by rolling over to look up at him. I stare silently at him, trying to hide my hurt and knowing that I'm failing miserably. With a gentleness I wasn't expecting, he bends over and presses his lips softly against my own swollen lips. I cry out.