Victor put his hand on the back of her neck. She started sobbing again. xxx “You were dressed like a whore, and look at you now, stockings and suspenders, taking anybody’s cock, getting fucked by anybody that wants to fuck you.”
“No!” Doris said, louder this time. “Fuck!” he exclaimed. She removed them slowly, keeping her legs tight together, until she stepped out of them. The skirt was party short and flared, which revealed some length of nylon clad thigh and also clung to her round little bottom. The host was a rather paunchy, middle-aged man known only as Jimbo. I’m not…”
“Well Doris,” John grinned. Doris’s arms were spread out, her hands clutching the bed covers. She muttered a barely audible “No.” John continued rubbing his cock along her cunt. She was on hands and knees, and had to climb forward to mount him.
