I could see her reflection in the mirror in front of us. Dark, oily boobs bouncing and I saw my cock disappearing into her pussy and coming out again....I put my arm around her waist and started to rub her clit fast. With the other hand I pressed her tits and nipples hard , squeezing it hard. She had her eyes shut now, lips tightly clenched and her face showed that she was having good fun, her hair was thrown back and now she was bouncing up and down like a mad woman. I stopped it and made her to. Approaching she saw the female had a short styled hair-cut, wore no make-up yet was clearly attractive in slim jeans and trainers.As Kim passed by, Guy rose and fell into step beside her; so she stopped and looked helplessly at the owner; who responded kindly.“No Guy!” the girl ordered as Kim hesitated, “So sorry, it’s usually when someone has chocolate in their pocket.” apologised the girl.“Oh I see.” replied Kim stroking the dog’s head. Looking into his big brown eyes, she said to him, “Still. It was fun and interesting, and eventually I reversed rolls and got on her. We went at it for a good while, and she had an "orgasm" which even I could tell was faked, then she asked me to do something else that was her specialty: she had me take the condom off and jerk off on her pussy. I did as she asked, then she had me take a picture of her lying there with my cum laid out all over her mound. After that, she got cleaned up and actually talked to me for a while before she left.I knew I hadn't. You see, there aren’t many things that I love more than the carry and impale game. It’s a feeling that is hard to explain but I crave it. The longer it goes on for the more intense it becomes. It is like fucking in a vacuum void of time and space. Even gravity loses its meaning since I have no control whatsoever as to the fucking I am receiving. I am completely at the mercy of whoever it is who is holding me up and slamming me down on whichever dick they decide to impale me on. It is a.