“We only wanted to go somewhere he could fire his load in a toilet until his gun was empty.”No one could see us, well her, as I leaned down, put m... hands on her butt, and tripped her cum trigger. I fed her all the energy she needed to cum for over a minute before letting her finish using up her orgasm energy.I whispered to her, “I learned a lot of ways to make a girl cum without needing her to take off any clothes or put my hand anywhere near her tits or pussy. That should take the edge off for. From Kansas City to Dawson Creek is about almost 1,500 miles, through North Dakota, Saskatchewan, and Alberta, Canada. I don't know what the population of Canada is, but they're not crowded. I can tell you that.We chose to drive for a couple of reasons. First off, it costs an arm and both legs to ship a car up there. According to our research, if you buy a new car up there, the shipping is just as bad. So we got us a Subaru 4WD in Kansas City, hooked a small trailer up to it, and tent camped. Then he spoke again and said, "I want your white pussy". Despite my will to resist strangely enough I wanted him to have my now hot pussy. He lead me to my own car then we drove to an alley down the street. I could feel how wet I had become. Marcus leaned into me and growled, "give me your pussy". I fell back in total submission. Then he was on top of me ripping my panties off and pushing his huge black dick into my pussy. I thrust back him as I heard myself say please don't cum inside me.. But make it quick, if you come beforehand, I’ll be rather upset." Helen’s thoughts raced. It had to be something demeaning, or painful. Something creative. She could offer to drink Lisa’s pee, but she couldn’t bring herself to do that, the acrid taste still on the forefront of her mind. For a moment, she was at a loss, but then her mind went back to the movies, and she realized, with a strange feeling of gratefulness, that those had probably been played just to give her ideas. "Whiff me," she.