“Now below it, write 'Georgia'. When we get back to the car you can put a star beside it and then on the next line write 'Tennessee',” Donald dir...cts her.She follows his orders, wondering.He takes the exit off the freeway and heads to the state park not that far away. He drives through it as Emma enjoys the side trip. When he finds a nice deserted area, he pulls the car between some trees.The back-seat floor of the Navigator has the hamper and cooler, but the seat is empty and wide. Donald. She craved him and needed this now more than life itself. Cassie wrapped her lips around his length. The taste of Him was intoxicating like a potent elixir. She kept her mouth still on his cock and felt it engorge in her mouth filling it completely. She moaned softly. With her hair wrapped tight in his fist, he gripped the back of her head and shoved her head down, completely driving his cock down her throat, holding her still, forcing her to take it all, wedged tight, and making her gasp for. He took first one step, then another, and another, until he had shuffled his way to her bed. The nightlight only served to intensify his demonic presence. Illuminating one side of him, he seemed only that much more brutishly evil. His fingers rose smoothly to his shirt, gently undoing one button at a time with clockwork precision. Each loosened, mother-of-pearl button was a clock tick closer to the horror of his zipper working its way down. She shut her eyes, praying a hopeless prayer for a. And then the burn, the length of him. He needs, I need, to travel faster,harder this time round.He needs to lead this dance, the molten metal of him that he needs to pourin me, sets him ablaze. Somehow, I know, and urge him on, deeper andharder, faster. He is burning hot where we touch, I am on fire. This time,no slow tide, flooding, ebbing, to float us past the bar, to get us to ourtranquil harbor. This time, the storm. The urgent energy.Trapped by his weight, belly to belly, my body wants to.