“Wanna dance?” she asked.“Sure.”She turned around and her ass – which her long, straight, pink hair was sweeping just above – was as round...as the Spalding basketball I dribbled and shot earlier that day. Shit was soft like freshly baked buns and pressed against my crotch as she twerked to the trap music that thumped in the background. Her hands rested on bent knees and that ass painted me with a mix of short and long vertical strokes.Slower music came on and the twerking was benched but the. There wasn't going to be anyone to put a stop to it.Someone picked up our beers and poured them both over my head and tossed the bottles away. Inga was picked up and roughly thrown down on the table. Two of the rough looking biker chicks that were with these guys grabbed Inga's arms and held her down and the men started pulling their cocks out.The two men that had come over and started it all went first. One of them bent down and stuck his fat tongue into her and licked her pussy a couple of. I slip 2finger into you wet pussy and I start to fuck you with slow deep thrusts. Youtry to pull your legs up, but the ties hold you and I kiss the inside of yourthighs. I fuck you faster and harder and you orgasm start to build up insideof you. Your moans are louder and then all of a sudden I pull my fingers outand you feel something easing it's way inside your pussy. Your orgasm isready to explode and you mind accepts this new sensation between your legs.In and out of your pussy, faster and. Even when she was away from him, her thoughts were constantly on him.Each time she visited the horse and studied his movements, she would very slowly run one hand up and down between her legs. Just watching the powerful beast filled her with a kind of fiery lust she had never felt before.One afternoon after school, Micki arrived at the stables to discover the building empty except for the horses. Usually, there were at least a few stablehands about, doing their chores.But on this day, she was.