Thread: Bring The Kids (As Day Fades & vertigis)

Mike couldn't be less interested, even making the occasional bored sound or an annoying 'really' as Tom and Tamara made out. But, you know what? Fuck Mike. The hot sound of their saliva-slick lips smacking each others in the dusty, arid building only served to further Tommy's want. She'd be able to feel it, his crotch growing more and more, coming to its full shape in his pants shortly after he made that 'V' press up against it, largely due to the hand gripping into her ass as if it were already his. You like that baby, he breathed, parting the kiss to breathe against the side of her mouth and against her cheek. A few more kisses, first at the side of Tamara's lips, then at her cheek. Then on her chin. Then on the side of her neck, at its height. His one hand was all over her back, coursing up and down, smoothing her beautiful chocolate skin from her lower back to her shoulder blades with his palm. The other kept firm hold wrapped around the one buttcheek, which in turn urged her lower half to stay pressed with his. Tell me you want this, in a hot, hushed tone. ...Mmn, tell me it's not rape. Tell me you want to fuck me, baby. His hands moved. They both released their touch, going up to the tops of Tamara's arms, to the outsides of her shoulders. Tommy's head lifted some then, to Tamara's ear, no longer languidly floating about her chin and neck. There was a sudden purpose to it, and to his voice. Ask me all nice, and I may even let you choose which hole we do it in. His hands started turning her, pushing on one shoulder, guiding the other, guiding the quietly crying naked woman to face away from him, her back to him now, her chest toward the wall. Pussy or ass though. I want some real penetration right now. He grinned. Both hands softened their grips at her shoulders, moving to their tops. Then moving to her upper back, gliding up and down from her shoulder blades to the center of her back. Lean forward. Hands on the wall. - - - - So that's four, with an impatient snarl. Don looked over his shoulder to the other two guys, the other two of the group that had helped jump the Indian girl and bring her back here. Five total. We've got one. Tom and Mike went after the black one, and Brody and Cregg went in the stalls after some brunette. Round those other two up before shit gets outta hand. Looking back to Shanti, It's gonna get fuckin' dark soon. They stood, one having been leaning back against the wall, arms crossed, the other having had set into a crouch. Both of the men left the head of their group there with the dangling, naked brown-skinned one, disappearing through a doorway to head out into the park. Don looked away from her, flicking his wrist, releasing the glass bottle from his hand. Its broken half arced up in the air for a second, spinning slightly, then crashed down, breaking into several smaller pieces. Tch. ... ...and now we wait. ...The fuck is this? A voice came from the side. Turning, Don saw Cregg, the smaller man leaning slightly forward and clutching at a bloody arm. The hell happened to you? One of her cunt friends, looking right at Shanti, giving the girl a mixture of a glare and an acknowledging nod. Some stupid brunette. Brody's raping the shit out of her now though. ...I would really rather you guys gather them up first, then do that shit after. Yeah. Alright, well, I'll make that note. He gave the boss a clearly faked smile. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna get this shit cleaned up. - - - - If anything, the crying just made it hotter. So did the blood. Brody, clearly not your run of the mill gentleman, kept encouraging Christy's head in a fast, steady bob, loving the feel of her warm mouth around his thick girth, and moaning openly at the feel of her pink muscle on the underside of his shaft. What made it even hotter was the angle, the view, seeing her brown hair bob haphazardly with her head, partly still in its ponytail, partly about her face and shoulders. One hand left the side of her head to pull that hair tie off, whipping it aside, letting Christy's hair fall free now. That's right baby...that's right...show me how good you can do it... His voice was light, yet rugged, cooing her forth. The one hand returned to her head, to hold her at the side, but now that she was obediently getting into it he allowed her a little freedom with her pacing - a little. If she slowed up she'd be corrected. Think you can get my balls in your mouth, baby? Both of 'em?