After delivering her presentation to a room half-full of elderly Volkdeutsch who knew nothing about her work nor about poetry in general, Ingrid had left the academy building and set off to walk along the harbour front in the warm evening air. The docks were badly lit and almost completely deserted. She passed a pool of light from the window of a lonely café then strolled along a desolate wharf, listening to the quiet lapping of the water against the slimy stonework of the harbour wall. In the moonlight, she saw a tobacco kiosk on the corner where a road joined the quayside. It was painted a rusty red and covered with graffiti and tattered political posters. As she approached, she realised that it had been abandoned; the hatch was not properly closed because two hinges were missing from the shutter, which hung uselessly open. Following some blowjob obscure impulse, she went over to look inside. She found that by bending at the waist she could just squeeze her head and shoulders through the small opening where cigarettes and money had been exchanged and into the stygian blackness beyond, where the interior smelled of dust and rotten timber. She was resting her elbows on the counter top waiting for her eyes to adjust to the darkness when she heard footsteps on the cobbles behind her. Her first instinct was to free herself from her compromising position and walk on briskly to the better-lit end of the street, but something stopped her. Male voices were coming closer and she could easily imagine how she would appear to them, japanese just a woman’s lower half bent over a rough and flaking worktop, the head and arms lost from sight, and it was this capricious thought that determined her to remain trapped at the waist and find out how they would behave. “You want to touch yourself, don’t you?” Pavel asked. “Do you want me to”? “Use only a little finger - the left” he ordered and watched as she slid threesome the digit slickly between her wet and welted cunt-lips to circle slowly around her erect clit. It used to amuse him to make Eva excite herself this way, but he wasn’t thinking of her as Ingrid continued the story. There were perhaps a dozen voices – she was never sure how many – and they were speaking a language she did not even recognise. She heard an exclamation of surprise, followed by coarse laughter, and then the sound of their heavy boots closing in around her. They fell silent, save for mutterings and suppressed chuckles, as one man addressed her in a bantering tone of voice. She had no idea what he said but, guessing at his intent, she wiggled her hips invitingly. There were calls and whistles from the men and more laughter. Then a powerful slap landed on her left buttock, slamming her hips into the woodwork and sounding unnaturally loud in her private darkness. She let out a startled gasp, then began to roll her hips like a dancer; it was the only way she could let them know how much this treatment excited her. More talking, and then another slap, and another, mixed with the sound of footsteps and a rhythmic chanting which she guessed was their counting out the blows in their mysterious language. She kept her position while asian they took turns at spanking her or, at least, she managed to arch her back and present her arse for fresh punishment after each swat. There was a ragged cheer after the final, and especially forceful, smack. The men fell silent. She could hear only their breathing, some shuffling and rustling, and then there was an arm snaking around her waist to the front of her jeans. Raising her hips from the counter to give him easier access she felt his fingers fumbling at the stud and zip and then both hands tugging the tight denim over the flare of her hips and down to her ankles. Her cotton briefs he simply grabbed in one brawny fist before tearing them away to the mocking cheers of his comrades. Rough fingers rummaged in the cleft of her arse and under her crotch to jab abruptly into her cunt. There was more laughter and chatter and then more fingers roaming over her exposed cheeks and thighs and poking inside her. With a shiver of abasement, she realised that the first man must have invited the others to feel how wet she was. Then brutal fingers dug into the flesh teen of her hips, there was an urgent probing and stabbing between her thighs, and the first fucking began. He finished very quickly – to an ironic round of applause from the others – and she had just begun to feel his abundant ejaculation dribbling down her inner thighs when more hands seized her, and another cock rammed up her. In the musty gloom of the stall’s interior she tried to imagine what they looked like, how they were dressed, whether they were old or young, clean or dirty. She found that she could not keep quiet any longer and abandoned herself to her own depravity, moaning and crying out while they laughed and jeered behind her. “Was this the mystery behind your poem, Sehnsucht in der Dunkelheit ?” asked Pavel suddenly. “Ja, yes” her voice had become husky and her eyes were closed as her finger frigged gently. Socially my parents have not let me actually date much. As I used her body like a human flashlight being plunged furiously, japanese he cunt started clenching tighter onto my cock with each wave of pleasure that propelled through her. But, he wondered if he could still call it a fantasy when he was living it. She turned the knife to and fro, watching the bright electric light play on its polished blade. I started walking in the mall and as I walked they kept sliding into my pussy. It was a shame I couldn't drive my Corvette any longer. My God, I've been trying to say that to you for two...oh my fuck I love you...for ever since I...please get over here..." “The same Igraine who bore Arthur?” Steven asked teen in surprise. “You don’t have to-“ He felt a sting of sorrow as he pulled out from her dead pussy. “Damn Bob, your wife is the best” blowjob “That pussy of hers besides looking great is the tightest I’ve ever fucked” “ I love her tits, awesome hard nipples” “Her clit-dick is such a turn on” “Did you see threesome me cum on her tits” “ Did you see me cum on her tits, my load was bigger” “That was the best hand job I have ever had” “I’ve never seen a sheila squirt like her” “Your one lucky guy Bob.” "Kind of like me." Her breast burned hotly where he had touched her and she suppressed a sudden urge to lean forward and press herself against his hand. “No,” Henry said, shaking his head. I didn't know that. Their parents threw each other stern looks. "Cases in which police hardly ever put much resources into solving." We declined of course. John said it would not be a problem, but asked why, and how much are you willing to spend. Was she really dripping with wetness like this? We’re going to give Charlotte another shock and you’re asian going to give me another lesson and I’ve got a surprise for you.” Yen fucked me hard. Ashley slid her hand in between her thighs and began to rub her clit slowly, moving her fingers in a circle. We entered the dry sauna and was glad that nobody was around. I guess either my soothing energy was numbing your mind, or you were too preoccupied wondering about the disappeared cage.