Scoot your sweet bum to the edge of the seat, then put your heels up to the corners and pull up your skirt again.” “But – But what if someone lo...ks inside?” It had grown dark outside, and the thought that anyone passing us might be able to see my exposed pussy filled me with mortification, the interior light would put me on display like a museum exhibit. “Are you refusing an order?” For a second she took her eyes away from the road and looked intensely at me. “Please don’t make me, Mistress. And this 'Night Trawling' series is all about the secretive pursuit of the ultimate in casual sex, the 'zipless fuck'. These stories concern the pure, animalistic need for sexual release as it reaches its ultimate climax. They are shameless stories, explicit and very real to their themes. Whether any are true… well, I leave that for the reader to decide. But I believe anyone who has had such experiences will agree they are faithfully depicted. As the title indicates, this story is about a. “Oh, James please make love to me. Make me your slave!” Sherri moaned. “Take it, and guide me in!” It was a command. Sherri took his magical morphing serpent and aimed it at the soul of her pleasure. James pushed, and both felt Sherri’s vagina release. Sherri moaned as the torrid tool penetrated the depths of her pleasure pit. He began a rhythm which Sherri sensually mimicked with the thrusts of her pelvis. Their tempo became faster and faster. She felt it rising out of her clitoris.. In my room, Wenny stripped without ceremony. Lucille pulled me to her.“Kiss me,” she ordered. I did, and we really got into it, so that Wenny was obliged to cough.“Excuse me…”She was kneeling on the bed, naked, with her pale arse in the air. I quickly removed my clothes. I got on the bed and I put my face between her buttocks. My eager tongue found her little squeezed hole and I probed it, then licked her with my tongue flat and wide. She gasped.“Shit,” Wenny exclaimed. “You’re not shy, are.