As if Jackson jackknife fucking her wasn’t enough. “Nuuuuh” She moans as he fucks her. “Nuuuhuhuuuh” 

She’s awake but incoherent. Jac...son continues to pump into her while Maddox and I watch. From my angle I can’t see her face clearly, just her jiggling tits, curled toes, and arms pinned to the arm of the couch, wrists crossed so Maddox can squeeze at her tit with his free hand. 
I should feel pissed, sick, horrified, but all I feel is horny and a twinge of jealousy that that’s not me on top of. As my dream car — and this is my dream car — continued rolling slowly down the center of The Highway, I was already taking notes. Definitely a 2002 model. Hard to tell model years apart, but when you've looked at as many pictures as I have... And she was clearly un-powered coasting, incrementally slowing down every second that elapsed. My mind kept adding up the figures, and arriving at the same answer over and over again, no matter how impossible that answer seemed.Or was it that. Eric, it was awful! She let him tie her out on the table! And she did terrible things! She was like a wild woman! She even..." GET... OUT... OF... HERE! NOW!!!"I hardly had time to get out of sight. I closed my door almost all the way... just left it open a crack so I could peek. And Nancy backed out of Eric's apartment with her face the color of a ripe tomato. She was stammering and trying to make him listen, but his door shut right in her face. So she whirled around and stomped down the hall. “Yeah?” Beth almost sang down the phone. If this was some marketing call, she’d rip them limb from limb. If she wanted sodding double glazing, she’d call them! As Allan and Beth were on the telephone preference service, they shouldn’t be receiving marketing calls anyway! “Beth?” a familiar voice enquired, “It’s me! Kirsty!” There was a short pause whilst Beth allowed the information to be processed in her mind. There was only one Kirsty she knew who had her number and that was her best mate and.