Near the front of the permanently stalled traffic jam, she identified the source of the problem. A gas tanker exploded, melting the nearby cars onto t...e highway. What's more, the area ahead was decimated by a larger meteor strike. She couldn't try another road since there weren't any easily accessible alternatives to this segment of I-81.Sighing, she turned her bike downhill and eased down the embankment. She considered cutting the interstate fencing and driving over the open fields, but. Her ass swished and hissed over the sheet as her hipstook up the rhythm of his fucking. As he lunged down,her pelvis leaped up and greeted his swollen rod,helping it to plow even deeper into the grateful channelof her unabandoned lust. She squeezed and held him inthe depths of her pussy for a brief instant.Then he jerked out, wrenching the filling thickness ofhis presence from her. In turn, her hips dropped back tothe bed, then jumped forth once more to envelop hisbigness as it penetrated her. Mil insectos luminosos entran por mis poros. Marchan formando nutridos batallones hacia mi baboso agujero. La proximidad de su cuerpo me asfixia. Su olor desata un incendio en mis tripas. Las cuerdas están vivas. La boca se me llena de saliva.Jadeo.Pronto estoy inmovilizada.Mi cabello, recogido en lo alto de la nuca, forma un lazo que apunta al techo. El cuello, conectado a mi tobillo izquierdo, obliga a mi cuerpo a trazar una especie de arco. El muslo derecho se proyecta y se funde sólidamente. ’I lock my muscles against the tremble that runs through me like a current and clench my jaws again.I might choke and Professor Montgomery would hear me. He would come over and investigate.He would look underneath Matt Keane’s table and see my big, round backside sticking out, sloppily draped with my short skirt, my pussy peeking out between my cheeks, the gusset of my panties soaked with my juice like dark ink, clinging to my puffy lips and outlining the swollen nub of my clit.He wouldn’t even.