As he pulls my head towards him with his hands, he moves his lower body forward. There is no escaping this. After a minute I manage to relax my throat... The big cock slides along my voicebox. I hear a deep moan and an encouraging: "Yes, that's how I want it, all the way down your throat". He increases the rhythm. He fucks hard. The pressure of his hands is lessening. I need to catch my breath. His dick is covered with saliva. Thick bulbs drip on the ground. He doesn't grant me much time. He puts. ” He continues to squeeze and pinch my breasts and now he nips and sucks the skin of my neck and shoulder while I ride his cock, my head falls back to rest on his shoulder causing him to laugh “see you can’t help being a slut, it’s in your genes, give you whores a hard cock and your pussy gets wet, now fuck my cock!” He pushes my shoulders forward and I reach out to keep from falling and touch cool metal, the truck. I grasp the metal bracket for the mirror and use the leverage to pull myself up. He and I were making small talk, like we always did. It came so easy to us. We were stopped at a stoplight, and he flashed me a great big smile, his eyes always lit up when he smiled. Hey want to take a little drive before you drop me where I need to go?, I said. Sure, Im off today, have no plans. What did you have mind?, he replied Just a little drive and walk to the lake, Im always so cooped up at home. Sure thing, my lady. Want to stop and get a coffee first? Sure, but you know I dont. Two men in their late twenties looked our way and one ofthem smiled. I smiled back and then continued talking to Aunt Clara."Do you remember me taking you out to ice cream the first day youdressed as Andrea?" Yes. That was awkward. Marnie had played a joke on you and used me as aprop. I wasn't sure if you were just going to leave me there." Oh you know I'd never do that. No, I was remembering that some boysgave you a smile and you turned beet red and nearly sunk under thetable." Oh. Right. I.