"Wait, let me..."Di's legs flexed hard and drove him deeper inside. Her body offered a moment of resistance, but her cry sounded more like pleasure th...n pain. Rocking her hips, she whined into his neck. "More," she breathed.That word, more, and her wet embrace drew him in. There was only token resistance as he pushed to fill her depths. She whined and bit his shoulder, holding on as he backed out to fill her again. "Di," he gasped. "Oh baby."They found a tempo together, communicating through. An object in motion continues in motion with the same speed and in the same direction unless acted upon by another force. I’d been moving at probably 50 MPH and still accelerating when I hit the first turn. My body wanted to continue in the same direction, straight ahead. My legs exerted another force trying to push me around the turn. Something had to give and in this case it was the small amount of friction my shoes exerted on the track. There simply wasn’t enough friction to keep the soles. They were fucking me good now, enjoying the feeling of their dream come true. They were pounded me like rock-stars using a groupie.My first orgasm was so powerful it pushed hubbys cock out and I hosed his body with my cum, my asshole clenching Tim's fat cock. Hubby put his tool back in my cunt and hammered away. Tim was pulling me into him as hard as he could. "Oh my fucking God!" I cried out as I came again. Tim was fucking my ass insanely, hubby driving through my twat."Fuck!" Tim yelled out. ”“And that is... ?” Müller prompted.“Ein bier, bitte!” Brad replied with a grin.“But that’s just ordering a single beer,” Müller protested. “You aren’t even specifying a brand.”“And in Germany, does it really matter? You have something like two-thirds of the world’s operating breweries, and almost all of their beers are good. Besides,” he added, “this way I might well get a beer I’ve never heard of that I would like better than one I might have ordered.”By this time they were at the curb. There.