He thrust and grunted several times, and with each thrust more cum entered me. My head tossed and turned on top of the crinkled mat. My hips jerked to...ard him, and drove him even deeper. It was the most amazing feeling. Billy pulled his hard cock out of me, and his cum puddled on the mat. I could not believe he was still hard. Not only was he still hard, he was not finished. He pushed my legs over to the side and slipped a hand under my hip to raise me to my knees. Without any warning, he. "She was staying in a roadside motel in New Mexico. Some town calledChupadero. They took her to a local hospital. She's okay, restingcomfortably now. Drugs, that's the verdict." An overdose?" Unintentional, most likely. A binge gone bad, that's what it soundslike. We won't know until we get there."Walt was already out of bed, crossing floor, mentally ticking off thethings they would have to do before getting on the road. Marcia fell backon the bed, staring at the ceiling, paralyzed. She was. . ?your little slut ass is mine.?He twisted the band tightening the booty shorts and pulling her back toward him. His other hand wrapped around her grabbing her left tit in a harsh grip, he squeezed till Ashley emitted a squeak, afraid to scream it was a timid squeak. He twisted her tit in circles bringing fresh tears to her eyes until he ripped the bra right off, hi hand quickly dropping it and moving up to her throat. He clamped down harder than he ever had when fucking her, she could feel. One of these was wanking and so we had become firm (ha-ha) wank buddies.I was round at Paul’s house one afternoon and we had decided to have a little wanking session. We were lying naked on his bed, close together as it was only a single bed, and stroking each other in a relaxed but erotic mood.Without warning the door to Paul’s room opened and his mother walked in with an armful of laundry. “Shit,” said Paul as we scrambled apart trying to hide our erections, “don’t you know how to knock?” I.