I took hold of it, plunging myself into a fleeting fantasy and picturing that near moment when I was going to stuff it into my wringing wet pussy. God... his cock was just as soft as his bottom! The sole contrast extant was that it had some sort of hardness thriving within its bulky flesh. This was so because its interior veins, swamped with warm blood. With that kind of warmth scattering stealthily into my mouth, I felt good and contented. Like an infant slurping its mother’s milk into its. There was the van right behind me, and the door was open to my right, so we were blocked off from anyone seeing anything. There wasn’t anyone in the garage that we saw anyway. She spun around flopped her chest down onto the passenger seat and reached both her hands back and spread herself wide. I gripped the base of my cock, now fully erect, and lined myself up with her little spread pussy lips. As soon as I was in line, I thrusted my body forward slowly and deliberately until I was buried. .. urinated on the brain in the five-gallon bucket you put it in.”“I have another bucket farther back in the cave with enough of the mixture to do what we need to do tonight. I’ll work the mixture in. Why don’t you go ahead and wash up?”When he returned with the noxious solution, she was still waiting. “I can understand what the urine does, but what do the animal’s brains have to do with it?”“Brains have ... ah crap, what’s the name? Some type of oil. It starts with an ‘L,’ I. She starts flicking her wrists, twisting her hands around my shaft, squeezing hard as she continues to move her hands along my dick. I spread my arms out, grabbing her beautiful feet, squeezing as I draw near orgasm. She takes her left hand off of my cock, placing it flat across my family jewels, pushing my balls with her palm and fingers, slowing my journey to paradise. The music of her hand sliding up and down my shiny, wet shaft as fast as she can drowns out my increasingly heavier.