Languages: English
Location: New Jersey, United States
Smokes/Drinks: only if you are buying
Interested In: Men
Age: 20
Body Type: petit
Three of them, by the time the movie's over, have broken several of the red light arrows in the alley off to the side of the church. The sidewalk is strewn with newspaper clippings, and lightposts. Some of the light from the fire is directed at the stream of sexuality. Some at the deep red bruise on the butt. The ambulance's lights are on, but they are only partially on. The siren goes on in soft accented tones, and on and on, almost in a slow song. Breathlessly, I climb out of the car and start walking down the alley toward the fire. I pass by a number of different kinds of lights, but none quite as interesting as the one in the rear-view mirror. I start to turn, when I notices a man suddenly rise from the shadows, almost asleep on the side of the ambulance. He's bent over in front of the mirror, his shirt torn between his firm breasts. I make a move to turn my head, but his strong arms snatch me roughly back. "Stand still!" he snaps, and I tilt my head back, extending my neck and arse for inspection. His heavy brown hair falls over his shoulders, almost falling over his big smiling face. He's slightly shorter than I am, and I can feel the slight bulging in his belly. His dark eyes look deep into mine, and I know he's upset. "What did you say?" I can hardly speak.
I nod, my eyes downcast. He rolls me over, takes off his seat, and steps back into the shadows. I almost pass out. The hard and steady pounding of my back nearly wakes me up. Grabbing my armrest from behind, I try to move my head, but he is so strong and steady. I don't have to try. He wraps a strong arm around me, which pushes me back against the wall. Even though we're in an open space, his strong shoulders push me down against the wall even as I try to crawl. A few minutes pass. I can almost hear his heavy breathing. During all this, I don't move my head very much. I almost get the impression, from the carpet, that he's wondering how I got there. I feel his skin near my ear. I try to forget the sleeping bag between my arms. I barely move my head enough to not wake myself up, but then he chuckles, and makes me jump a little.
I almost fall asleep, but then he catches me, and makes me roll over. "Hannibal." Is his last name, but it's hard to remember. He's a little younger than me. Probably in his early forties. I can still remember, with a little help, the warm glow that surrounded me at the hospital when I woke. A new kind of vigilance is required, though. If you're out in the corridor, trying to make eye contact with people, you might do okay. If you turn your head a little, but firmly, and continue to move your head, away from people, forever looking away, at the windows, and hearing them whizzing past, you might end up with a bruise on your cheekbone, or a series of five on a hand. If, that is, you whisper, in a sudden breath, the door bursts open, yanks you up against the wall, or the back of the ambulance, or the front of the house. Or, if you cough, or a dozen other strange sounds, suddenly and without warning, and without warning, a strong hand comes between your eyes, and between your legs. Hard and strong. I don't yelp. I don't turn to look. I just lie there, stunned, and try to figure out what's happening. The hands leave my face, but they do eventually leave my body. The strength of the smile on my face remains..
I was happy to obige.
Not only will you see him give nice blowjobs and drink loads and loads of it after sucking two cocks at once.
Skaii Hastings Streamate first seen in black lingerie making out with a guy in the elevator so she make shim follow her to her room in the middle of town.