A loud orchestra. One with a deep, heavy bass section, deep-bottomed kettle drums, and screaming metal guitars. Like Jimi Hendrix playing all of the p...rts of the 1812 Overture, except the crescendos are my low, growling moans that come up slowly and hoarse, and then lead to a screaming, crashing bang. He felt like a cannon in the way he laid on his back, knees bent, allowing me to hold onto his knees with my hands so I could slide my whole body as I slid up and then down his cock as far as I. Petrified. ‘I’m twenty three.’ She said. ‘I’m forty two.’ He mumbled. ‘Lay back.’ Lisa said. She pushed him down and took his cock in her mouth again. Lots of sloppy wetness, saliva dripping past his shaft, she tried to take him into her mouth for as far as she could, gagging and making noises along the way, she felt him getting hard again. She must be doing something right, so she kept on doing it. Rhythmically. Panting. Softly caressing his balls with her fingers. She noticed his. Finally, I reached my destination - her tight round ass. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around my waist. Her moaning increased. She gasped loudly when my cock entered her freshly shaved and showered pussy. Her moaning continued when I kept thrusting my cock into her very tight, very wet pussy. She began rubbing herself. I put my face directly into her breasts, kissing and licking both of them, stopping on each nipple to suck it until it was hard. Nikki’s moaning increased when I did. Liam was waiting, full of curiosity. “Who the hell is she?” he asked, watching as Brian rushed to gather the items he needed. “I have no idea,” he said, his voice full of concern. “I found her lying beside the road.” Brian explained succinctly as he heated a pan of water and gathered the supplies he would need to bandage her head. When he had finished, Liam scratched his head. “Maybe I should go for the doctor,” he suggested. Brian shot him an impatient frown. “You know that old drunkard is a.