Very slowly his hand slowly moved up my thigh toward my crotch. Despite my fear, by that time I had a raging erection. My chest was tight, I was havin... trouble breathing. I was scared and excited both at the same time. As his hand moved on up my thigh I knew this was really happening. I was sure that everyone in the theater must be watching and knew exactly what was going on. Then he suddenly removed his hand and just sat there. At first I thought I’d done something wrong. But I hadn’t done. I followed him and he told me to be very quiet or he would fuck me up. He pulled out his dick and pushed me down to it. I sucked it and then he fucked me.”“Shit, I’m sorry. That made my dick hard.”“Yeah. Truth be told, I enjoyed it. I would sneak and watch him in the shower all the time.”“So you were feigning for that dick,” Steve chuckled.“Yep.”“Did y’all keep fucking?”“Yes, he fucked me almost every night. He even started letting his friends hit it if they paid him.”“Damn, that nigga was. Even on the best nights, he would only get a quick look at her.The first thing he noticed through his spyglasses was that she had moved her dresser. The large mirror on top of it was now almost in line with the window."Shit." Jimmy muttered under his breath. "Why'd she have to move the damn dresser?"Previously, the dresser had been on the far wall and Maria had to step in front of the window to get her comb or take clean underwear out of one of the drawers. If Jim was really lucky, he would get. Tristin gasped and dropped her head further back on the bed. Her hands gripped his hair tighter and he assaulted her clit. He took one finger and rubbed her opening before plunging inside. ‘Oh god,’ was all she could say out loud. In her head thoughts were going wild. How hot he made her feel by the way he controlled the night. How he spoke to her so openly. She, herself, could barley squeak out an, ‘I like that,’ let alone actually say what she wanted a man to do to her. She could turn a guy.
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