I was mortified. Well, she was right. We ended up driving around all night. It was a very uncomfortable ride, with rough wooden seats that even...my new cushioned ass didn't make feel any better. There was not much air circulation in the back of the van, and my nose was flooded with the mixed smells of cheap perfume, sweat, pussy juice, and drying cum. I felt like scum. Just a mere week ago, I was the king of the city. Now just a cheap whore in the back of a police van. We finally. It had been years since I’d let myself care enough about anyone to really miss them. Yet here I was, sitting there and getting worked up about her mysteriously disappearing for an hour. It was crazy, it didn’t in the least fit with my self-image. But here I was having what amounted to a panic attack that a girl I barely knew, a girl that I wasn’t even officially dating, might leave me. It’s the idea of her disappearing that that really started to throw me. That was the problem with really. With his paws, he pulled me towards him with each thrust, rocking my body towards him as his hips drove his dick deep into me. This position was different than before, and made Mac feel even bigger while he attempted to breed me. Each thrust pressed against the walls of my insides, feeling as if they were being hit and stretched at weird angles each time Mac dove into me. It was too late to do anything about it now, though. I was at his mercy, for better or worse. If anyone was going to. I loved it and caressed her slim thighs. She quickly pulled my mouth from her and began to stroke herself. She looked so beautiful. Her balls now firm and tight, wrinkled and wonderful drew me like a magnet and I sucked and licked them softly as she stroked. I loved they way they felt and kissed each tightly held ball. Denise now breathing hard, neared orgasm. She opened her legs more and I licked the space between her tight and balls, hoping to send her over the edge. She let out a soft, “ah,.