| "Si! It was wonderful, no?" The prostitute wiped a tear from her eye and looked into the cigarette smoke. "You do not understand. You think I am an animal, no? But you are wrong." She snuggled back against him and let him place his penis between the cheeks of her ass but slapped his hands away from her cunt. |
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"It hurts," she said simply. "But you enjoyed it?"
"Si! Since Manuel ... since I came here it is all the pleasure I have left. Thank you!" And she wiggled her ass against him, working his cock into the tight, wrinkled hole there. "I know you did not like it," she said. "I am sorry. I do not want to be this way. It is because of ... well ... because, that is all." "Because of Manuel Ramos?" The girl stiffened, the muscles of her butt strangling the head of Alex's prick. "How you know about Manuel?" " Oh, someone said something about him. Maybe a cab driver. I don't remember." Reassuringly, Alex put his arms around the whore and felt her luscious breasts. That was something the girl understood. She took his hands and placed them on her nipples. They were rigidly distended, like spikes.
"Long time that no happen," she said simply. "I have special feeling for you." Alex began to rock against her, slowly working his prick into her asshole and feeling her shudder against its probing attack. His hand clamped tightly around her tits and pinched the nipples unmercifully until she was moaning again. "Are all these girls Manuel's?" Alex asked softly.