Then it started to get really weird. It wasn’t just me. I placed the condom and its wrapper into a zip-lock baggie and put it in the backpack. She was short, dark haired, chunky, and didn’t seem to have any friends. Her legs were wide open, her back arching, her hands moved up my wrists to my shoulders, almost as if she was trying to appease me or seduce me. No DNA under those fingernails. She responded weakly and as I continued stroking her cunt I increased the pressure around her neck. It was crudely cut in the floor and covered with a piece of carpet. She was gasping for air now and I felt the sensation of her pussy tightening and releasing around my cock as she weakly kicked her legs. She laughed and told me that her boyfriend got pissed when he saw that pic.
