‘Whoops,’ she grinned, pulling the robe tight, ‘it’s only the strawberry I was offering. For now…’ ‘Shame,’ he laughed, standing up an... stooping towards her outstretched hand. ‘By the way,’ she grinned, teasingly pulling the strawberry just out of reach. ‘Thank you for not taking advantage of me last night.’ ‘It was real difficult,’ he smiled, dropping his hands to his hips as he straightened up. ‘Fought with myself all night.’ Her soft laugh rewarded his humour. ‘Well, here’s your reward,’ she. Mrs. T dubbed me that one night, after a crazy block party. My dad was a little drunk, and slurred out that I could be a little asshole at times. But when he said it, all anyone heard was, little Axle. So Mrs. T took to it, calling me Axle ever since. It seemed to fit.Jimmy and I loved fast cars and fast girls. We both got jobs when we turned sixteen so we could get our first set of wheels. By the time we were eighteen, we both had our own hotrod project car. We’d tinker on them into the wee. We can’t give up. They need us and we have to be ready to help them any way we can.’ A few hours later, Billy hurried up to Gwen, Jordan, and Kate. ‘Charlotte insisted that I find you. The second video was never aired! Those bastards promised a video of them beheading Steve at noon, but it never materialized. That’s gotta be a good thing!’ The next two days dragged by slowly. Gwen and Jordan had ordered that basic supplies for the people of the village be flown in. Gwen believed that the more. My heavy, cum-filled balls were resting on her chin as her thick full lips were wrapped tightly around my cock. I was in bliss as she began to gag on it, forcing it into her throat with each downward movement. She was choking on my hard cock, and she was loving every second of it. “Good girl,” I'd murmur, as my cock disappeared into her eager mouth. I roughly grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, leaned down, and spit into her mouth. She purred as she tasted it, swirling it in her mouth,.