Forced into a ghetto whore – Chapter 1

First of all, he raised her T-shirt and got at her big jugs. He fondled and squeezed those huge mounds in turns, played with them making them wobble and dangle, then his hands went between her legs, and he splayed those legs for good, so that her tight, almost invisible slit was just in front of the mirror, of the hidden cameras.
Slowly, he peeled her young, fresh cunt lips apart. Pink meat appeared; he stretched the lips more open, and put a finger in. The girl didn’t react. She must be stoned for good, he thought with pride.
Then it was two fingers. It was hard to insert them both: her pussy was tight, extremely tight. He felt his cock bounce in anticipation of that tightness. But, first, he bent between her open legs and inserted his rough tongue in her slit.

Hell, he wanted lubrication! And the taste was extremely good.
Then he made her sit, and, now, it was his cock that went all over her face. He paused often to let the camera record the cock exploring her pretty face, his swollen purple cockhead going over her closed eyelids, prodding at her nostrils. Only then, as he was obscenely playing with her limp face, his eyes fell on the pictures she had looked at until few minutes before. One was unquestionably a Playman cover, and she was on it! He grabbed the picture, then the whole pack. Many of them, he saw browsing through the pack feverishly, were of Natasha naked or half-naked in Playman settings fake, expensive, clean and beautiful.