Then I looked up and saw the voice belonged to a particular man. He was dressed like the skipper of a ship, except all in black. The weirdest thing wa... that he was carrying a large placard in front of him. Instead of announcing the imminent end of the world, it bore my name."Hey," I asked, "are you trying to find me?" Yes!" he gave a long sigh, his shoulders sagging, "at last."He quickly hustled me outside and into the back of this incredibly long car. "Hot damn!" I cried as he moved to shut. “It’s OK. He’s impotent, but he does love to watch. Do you want to come up to the house and fuck me?” Greg couldn’t begin to croak out any kind of response and so she went on, thinking his lack of an answer was a negative one. “You’d do me such a favor. He never gets any, and I only get some if I find someone like you down here. Please, would you?” Again, no answer was possible. Greg’s mind was racing ahead, thinking of the long climb up the steps to her house. If she led the way, his face. I could feel him grinding himself against me, telling me he wanted my hot mouth back on his dick.He sat down in the chair behind us and spread his legs, beckoning me forward. I crawled over to him, my jeans and boxers round my ankles and knelt between his legs, He held his thick shaft, and wanked himself as I moved forward and tried to take him in my mouth again. He held my head gently and rubbed his cock over my lips, urging me to take him in my hot young mouth. I opened my mouth and did as he. Some drops of your cum ooze out from between her lips down to her butt crack. You sigh in relief and pleasure, and admire your handiwork; the viewof a freshly fucked Emma Watson covered in cum and sweat. Then she does something you never would have expected.You lay there exhausted from raping Emma Watson, when she finally starts to get up.You fear she is about to run for help, but she stays on the bed.Emma turns around and gets on her hands and knees, presenting her perfect young ass to you..