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Admit you want it. I want it. Now, show him how much you want it. I don’t know how to have sex. All my experience has come from porn, which is a misleading representation at best. But, if I follow the instincts of my body, and maybe add a few things I’ve learned from my late nights teen in front of the computer screen, I can play it off like I know what I’m doing. He certainly does…he knows exactly what he’s doing. All right Gym-Guy, I’ll play with you. JOHN The side of her face I can see, the side that’s not pressed against the locker, opens its eye and looks at me. The striking blue iris peeks from the corner, and regards me with a look I didn’t expect. Desire. Her full, parted lips that were moaning just a moment ago, now exhale with enthusiastic cries of delight. Her pale, thick glutes clench against russian my pelvis, squeezing my cock like a vice as her small tits vaginal muscles flex in turn. She starts to back into me, her hips pushing against mine, her subdued pelvis leaving its captive position against the grating of the lockers so that it can thrust back against me. My face warps into one of confusion, and hers creeps into one of mischievous lust. Those panting lips, those full, luscious lips, part in a naughty smile, and speak to me. “Hi, I’m Alice.” ALICE Yeah, I didn’t know what else to say. A litany of lines from porn came to mind: fuck deepthroat me harder, right there, don’t stop…but they would’ve sounded forced coming from my mouth. So, I decided introductions were in order. “Hi, I’m Alice.” I say, and immediately regret it. Gym-Guy’s face twists in confusion, and he slows his thrusts for a second. He loosens the grip on my right wrist, and firmly takes my hand tight pussy in his. He shakes it. “John.” he says, in a bizarrely professional tone. Well, this is surreal as fuck, but I might as well just roll with it. “John,” I smile, my voice wavering slightly to the feeling of him burrowing inside me, “I’ve wanted you to do this to me for a long time.” “Really?” he smiles, his eyebrows raised, his hips starting to thrust harder. “Yes!” I half-moan, half-cry, “I was thinking about you when I was touching myself!” “Were you thinking about me taking you hard and rough?” he asks, his lips brushing against my ear, “Did you put yourself in the locker room so that I would fuck you?” “No!” this time it’s entirely a scream. My body is quaking from the inside; felicitous bouts of trembling pleasure rumbling in my depths, “It was an accident!” “So, I really am raping you.” John said, a hint of regret in his voice. “It’s not rape,” I smile back, each syllable I utter accentuated by a sharp breath, “if I want it.” That got him going, ho-lee-shit. He lets go of my wrists, knowing that I won’t fight him anymore. He reaches around me and plants both of his palms against my spandex-clad breasts. He squeezes greedily, the soft flesh protruding from his knuckles, my erect nipples sticking out from between his fingers. I love it. My head tilts up, my heavy breathing fogging the metal of the locker. I'm worried about that, actually. I kept my head down and tried to keep a constant distance from her long legs and wiggly little bottom. It fell off my body, revealing my naked flesh. “Of course,” I said. I can still see that knowing smile that she gave me after she’d stared small tits at us for a couple of seconds. She took a drink of ale and went for my mouth. He was staring at his phone, his face tense. My butt was still tingling when Jon came back in and asked me if I was alright. I don’t even know if animals can talk, men can’t. Men don’t have minds like women, they are just emotions, needs, and lust.” He made his way back to where he was and sat back teen down tight pussy between us, his arms came up and welcomed us in. Maya couldn't hold herself back any longer, her hand ran across his chest and down deepthroat to his cock. I don't know if he could taste his cum in my mouth, but I could. "Do you like that slave? "HOW DOES THAT FEEL?" he russian asked. I woke up the next day more nervous than when I went to bed. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Jake had an idea.