I desperately sought some means to break her hold on me. I recited the multiplication tables to myself, thought about my parents naked, and imagined R...sanne Barr without makeup and naked. I shuddered in revulsion at the last, but sighed in frustration as I realized the desire was still there, exuding sex and looking like an angel.I was still wrestling with myself when my angel pulled into a driveway in front of a big brick and wood house. I shook my head. When had she become 'my angel?' I need. Standing tall, her arm twitches as if she had resisted an urge to cover the tiny puff of dark hair on her pubic mound."My gorgeous child," I exclaim without thought. I remember to breathe, and take a deep breath.Turning, she asks, "Do you like my ass, Daddy?" Her voice a coy simper. "You're always looking at it." I love your saucy butt, little girl. I don't know whether to kiss it, bite it or spank it. Maybe all three. Come here." I reach for her arm, pulling her close. "Lay on my lap," I. Her voice changed to pleasureful moans.My girlfriend was now saying, “Faster.. faster.. harder… Oh yes. Fuck me harder…” She was also lifting her buttocks and finding a rhythm. We were fucking non-stop and were sweating as well. I was pressing her boobs very roughly. We fucked for almost 25 minutes. It was actually a grueling make-out.Then I came inside her. I unloaded my gun fully inside my girlfriend’s tight pussy hole.Both of us then lied side by side as we were exhausted. But it took hardly. I yanked hard and my hand hit the underside on the table, causing the coffee cups to rattle.I like to think when the customers and waitress looked over at that point they saw two people REALLY interested and absorbed in a not-so-funny-anymore show on the laptop.I hadn't stopped though, not wanking him so to speak, but my finger and thumb carressing his big, wet cockhead. I really wanted that tip in my mouth, just to feel it pulse and twitch and expand within me.After a few seconds, the coffee.