"I-I'm a horny slut who needs lots of cum," as my tears are streaming down my cheeks. I whimper around the mexican's cock as I ride your cock and try to jerk those damn dirty smelly winos off. If you hadn't had a good grip on my waist I would have tried to escape, and run for my life if I'd had to. I hate being here, hate you, and hate what you're trying to turn me into. I don't want to go to his place or mine if it means fucking, but I guess his as I'd have some explaining to do if we went home, but I plan on running as soon as I'm dressed again so it's moot point.
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