Renee wasn't really hungry. She ate mechanically, chewing and gulping her food in a methodical fashion that made it disappear speedily without coaxing. The dull lust that was always in her body now was coming to life. It twisted her intestines and chilled her skin. She ate faster. The sooner she was done, the sooner Manuel would give her her reward. He led them across the hall, the grim, dirty hall with the two naked light bulbs in the ceiling, burning day and night. Manuel undressed and hung his clothes from a nail in the light green, plastered wall. "Fran," he said. He pronounced it "Frahn," and he gestured the blonde girl up to the low table.
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Holding her shoulders, he lay her back on the table, with her butt hanging over the end and her feet straining for purchase on the floor. Fran whimpered as he tied her wrists to the table so she couldn't change her position.
Fran's breasts were beautiful, twin ice peaks capped with dark red flowers. Manuel ran his hand down her taut belly and dawdled near her spread thighs before he brought them up to her breasts and began to squeeze. Fran moaned and arched her back.
Manuel was sucking her tits. Drawing them out. Making the nipples blossom into round rods that slipped between his lips. Renee quivered, almost enviously. The blonde girl was writhing back and forth breathing harshly as Manuel mouthed her breasts. He moved between her legs, spreading them wider, making the girl arch higher to keep her straining toes on the ground taking part of her weight. Tenderly, Manuel stroked her belly, bringing moans to her lips. His hands glided over her hairy crotch, squeezing the white skin inside her thighs. "Please!" Fran cried. "Hurry! Fuck me, Manuel! Fuck me!" |
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