JC explained to him after the third time that Brit’s favorite position was to ride him while holding the back of a couch or chair for extra leverage... and the best time for them to do that was before their morning workout.Ren wasn’t about to complain; Brittany’s breasts and ass already had a place of honor in his spank bank by that point. Though he kept his back turned to them as they finished, if it was dark enough outside, Ren could easily see her bouncing up and down on JC in the reflection. “You want me spontaneous?” he asks her. “Yes,” she cries out. Brian grabs her hips and pulls her down onto his cock, her body facing away from him and towards the cab driver who is pretending not to watch. Brian pulls her down all the way onto his cock and then pushes her back up, only to pull her down again. Over and over, he forces her to ride his hard cock. “Oh fuck,” she cries out, holding on to whatever she can to keep her hands busy. “Grab your breasts for me,” he demands. “Do it now.”. "She smiled. I didn't. I held her slacks up to the light andlooked them over. The waistline was about right, but the materialdid seem a little floppy. "Don't worry," she said. "This pair is man-tailored. They may fita little snug on your butt, but snug is better than sloppy, and thematerial stretches to form fit, it won't pull or sag. Wear thatbig tweed sports jacket you've got -- it'll hang down far enough tokeep men from staring at your rounded rear, if that's what'sworrying you. Just. The lot isn’t packed, but it isn’t empty either. You make your way to an empty space, parking your car delicately between the lines. It’s not about preventing damage to your vehicle, but about precision; the idea that competency is not just a word but a lifestyle. As you get out of the car you pick up your sports coat, throwing it over one arm. It isn’t cold out. Your long sleeve shirt certainly handles the cool autumn breeze. But it’s not about temperature?or perhaps it is. You can’t.