Not when you are lying back the way you are. Not unless they are in a truck looking down.”“Well there are plenty of trucks on the road!” I prote...ted, trying to grab my top back again.“Mom, these poor truck drivers live the most monotonous life on the road. A quick little flash of your pretty titties will be the high point of their entire trip. Give the guys a little thrill. What can it hurt?”“Robert, I can’t do that. It’s way to embarrassing.” I said continuing to cover my breast with my folded. The fuck did he do—Blood. He could smell blood. How did he know what blood smelled like? He fucking knew, knew it down to his bones, knew it like it was a part of himself to know, knew it like he knew the smell of eggs and rice he’d been eating for the past ten years straight. Blood and the other things, the sinew, the bone, organs, those smells were in the air and in his mouth.He looked down, and froze. Blood, everywhere, on him, soaking him. Blood and bits of flesh. Oh shit, oh shit oh shit.. Her groin called for her attention, it longed for the hard shaft. The blonde was quite excited, and from such, she moved her hand down to her panties, moving them to the side and slowly sticking her fingers inside of her aching pussy, as her tongue throughly massaged the tip of the member. She slowly imagined the tool inside of her, and in response, took half of the mans cock into her mouth, his tip already hitting the back of her mouth. Her mouth covered the cock in saliva, with every bob of. Just the thought that mine was the first cock this mid 30's woman had ever had in her mouth almost brought me to cum. The feel of her lips on the head of my cock, made me bury my face deep in her honey hole, slurping her juices out. As I removed my tongue from her cunt, I replaced it with two fingers, anchoring my tongue on her clit, latching it there, not letting go. Marty's hips were now raising and lowering on my face. face fucking me and riding my two fingers. Her juices soaking my digits..