The feeling of euphoria at seeing this slut bent over her soft white linen couch with her pink pussy dripping was almost enough to make me come. “Aren’t you going to fuck your new whore a little harder?!” she shouted. My inexperience showing in the way I stood stiff and my hand simply lay there. Simply to be seen with her one on one was grounds for dismissal from most social groups. “Finger-fuck my pussy.” she commanded abruptly. I was exhausted, I woozily sat down where I stood. However before one is able to understand the life and mind-set of an adult who is at the highest level of perversion. Soon my pubic hair was at her nose. We spoke on occasion, she seemed normal, not the filthy cum guzzling slut I had always heard about. I began to tenderly rub the outside of her pussy as I had seen in porn, my eyes met hers. A loud moan was the only answer I received to my request.
