He licked his lips in anticipation of sucking those tasty morsels. He brought his huge, strong hands to her chest, taking each of her tits in his hand..., feeling the loving, tender caress of her warm scoops with the texture of the hard nipples poking his damp palms. The vision of his pale skin against the dark sheen of hers was intoxicating. She bent low, her mouth trailing kisses across the inside of his thighs, coming closer and closer to his pelvis. She then by-passed his attention-needing. The city map went into her purse and she pulled out a book and started reading. I couldn't think of anything else to say for a few blocks, then,. “is that a good book?” She just shrugged her shoulders and kept on reading. I looked away and stared out the window for a minute. When I looked back at her she had her purse on the seat next to her and was using it like a pillow. This put her a little bit further away and ruined any chance I had of a seeing her tits. I almost went back to looking out. He roughly slapped my tits around and squeezed my little cock and balls. I was overwhelmed by what a man he was and began to panic thinking that I had finally met a man who could fuck me so hard I couldn’t handle it. “You are going to take it all bitch, don’t fucking hold out on me,” Djioun grunted. I felt him get frustrated above me as he started to pump again but aggressively and without retracting. My panic boiled over and I tried to get away, but Djioun easily held me in place and continued. She came so close that I could see every line on her face as she examined me, looking for the softest spot for the first hit. She had been cut on her face; jagged cuts that had hurt being made, and hurt to remember, but there was no sign of any plastic surgery. She was as they healed, but I could tell that the real scars were within, like mine, still burning with pain and fresh to the memory.The scars on her face were no longer red and angry but there was the look of pain and death in her face..