’ I told her. She looked at me puzzled because I know that she doesn’t want it in the face. She hates it when I cum on her face. She said, ‘No,�...� as I pull out of her and clutch my dick and climbed up her chest. Her arms are tied still so she can’t move with my weight on top of her. I couldn’t take the pressure anymore so I pointed my dick at her beautiful face and let go. The first stream hit her on the forehead. I pumped my dick again and the second hit her lips. The third, fourth and fifth. The storm has not relented, as you slide onto the floor of the back of your van, and as I lie down on top of you. You bring your legs up, knees in the air, and spread wide open as I position the head of my cock at your fleshy and moist entrance. I slide in so easily, and the loose wetness is like a gentle massage of my cock, surrounding me but not gripping me, until I feel you tighten your muscles around me, and then I find my hardness touched in a very strong and deliberate way. The heat is. He knew it would squeeze the base of her tits and making the flesh bulge out, as he had seen in so many of the bondage pictures that could make him instantly hard when he looked at them. He thought about how he would love to to see his girlfriend with tightly cinched tits and clothespins on her erect nipples. With her arms strapped to her sides and her hands out of the way, he could force her petite body to her knees and hold onto the chest harness while she sucked on what he was sure would be. ”“No comprendo,” I said in my best (worst) Mexican accent. “Why wouldn’t I want to go?”“Well, uh,” Fred stammered before downing the rest of his bourbon, “like I said. It’s kind of ... an adult place ... not just drinking and dancing...”“So there’s fucking?” I blurted out with a sly grin.Fred laughed. “Exactly.”“Sounds like my kind of place,” I told him, waving at the bartender for another round. Fred had already said to put my drinks on his check, so I wasn’t about to pass up another free.