We crank up the vibrations and from the look on your face I can tell that you are enjoying it already.You pull down your skirt and we leave the cubicl... - we go back to the bar to have another drink and choose a secluded corner to sit and chat.You are obviously enjoying the sensations and there a low level buzz from the vibrations of the egg as you sit there enjoying the vibes.I place my hand on your knee and run my hand under the hem of your skirt up to your crotch and you part your legs. "Hold that open," I commanded, and brought my tongue up against her clit. I licked up and down on it, inhaling the aroma from her gaping pussy. I pulled back and looked inside her again, then she offered me the pipe, which was choked with wet, sticky brown resin from the melted crack that had dripped down inside. I took the end of the pipe in my mouth and Erica flicked the lighter for me, moving the flame up and down along the last inch of the pipe to vaporize the chocolatey goo. Instantly the. None of the wild shit you read in stories, but she moaned lightly and clamped her legs on my hand until she calmed down.Unfortunately, that was the climax of our day in the woods. I got to leave there with a stiff cock and no attention. My only satisfaction that day was leaving there with my fingers smelling of her pussy juices. After that, we had several encounters like the one described above, always leaving me sort of on the short end of the stick until one fateful afternoon on the flood. The cab driver arches back with the chick of the wet, tight mouth around him so expertly trapping him in. Victor’s fingernails graze the man’s balls, easily coaxing his copious stockpile of cum to elicit more excited throbs from the man. He slides his mouth off the shaft and lets his saliva dribble over the tip in drops and then kisses the end of it to the accompaniment of his throbs and ecstatic moans. When the cabbie’s manhood does down Victor’s throat again and he rides the stiff shaft.