’ Or you can just call me ‘Abby.” ‘I anxiously await the opportunity,’ the bald guy said dryly. Then louder, over Abby’s shoulder. ‘Alri...ht, let’s do this!’ The door to the truck trailer rolled open and three men tumbled out, each of them wearing gloves and weight belts, and t-shirts with the company logo printed across the chest. 5. Because she’d been living at her parents’ house, Abby needed all new furniture when she moved to L.A. So the movers had the gallant tasks of both hauling and. I felt his hands go over my body, the inside of my legs, down towards my ankles followed by the feeling of rope against my skin to tie down my legs. I wasnt able to move at all.He lifted me up and i heard how he carried me outside. He put me down and i heard how he opened the door. He lifted me up again and placed me there in the car. I felt the cold leather on my skin and i felt his hands go over my legs again upwards but not to close to my pussy. Then the door was shut and i heard him get to. My name is not important but for ethical reasons let’s just call me Lyle, I’m a single average guy that lives in the city alone, no friends, family, siblings, or job. You see my parents were ridiculously rich, to the point where my Grandchildren will never need to work. I mostly sit at home playing video games so my life is boring, also I choose to keep my wealth hidden because people would harass me if they knew. That’s my life in a nut shell now on to how I’m about to become a pancake on an. She fucked me with all her passion. Her strokes buried to the hilt in me.It was incredible. I groaned and gasped. My pussy clenched and squeezed around her dick. It was the best. I bucked into her strokes, my clit sparking against her pubic bone. I shuddered as she buried faster. Hotter. She pounded me. I gasped, my breasts heaving with every powerful stroke of her girl-dick into me.“Yes, yes, yes!” I howled. “Madre de Diosa! Stir up my pussy. Come on, futa-puta! Ram that dick into me and make.