.. being flanked by my legs. As the movie played I began bumping my knees against the sides of his face,... ever so,... innocently. He tried to remain...calm but his breathing said,... otherwise. It was arousing to watch his hands look for something to grasp. With one movement, I rested my feet in his lap, now squeezing the sides of his face with my calves. I was so proud of my courage to do so too. Michael gasped loudly, smelling my flesh as I pressed my calves against the sides of his. The only part of her that was neither black nor white was her lips, which were a deep blood red. Scary dark and wet like a wild animal that had just eaten a rare piece of meat. This odd combination of dress, which would have looked unnatural on anyone else, had the opposite effect on her. So she wasn't surprised that the first car that stopped held a man. An older farmer style man to be exact."Where ya going?" the old man yelled gruffly through an open window."Anywhere," she softly muttered.. Here is your face pressed against a cold stone floor. As you come to you can feel something warm and fleshy wrapped around your ankle. It's gentle and soft. You look down and shriek when you see what it is. A pink tentacle that perfectly resembles a cock has begun to twine around your ankle. Your shriek again kicking it away and scampering back crab like. "What. The. Fuck!" You say to no one. Quickly you take in your surrounding. Three walls of stone with a ceiling that stretches up into the. All this while she was still seated over me. I successfully did it making myself naked on my lap. Now just her short skirt is separating my cock from the two half watermelons which is her buttocks. I slowly dragged the skirt up over her knees to her waist line, exposing her wonder thighs in the process. It was bit difficult to free her under legs and buttocks.But I managed to pull over her entire skirt and let it lay around her waist line. And there I got the result. My long cock was resting.