"Deana started to resist, but the wine, was making her say, "Yes, oh yes, take me, play with me, fuck my brains out!" Please do, I want to talk to you... about something serious."Phred looked at her with wonder and puzzlement. What on earth was she trying to say? Was she going to reject his gestures?Once they were safely off the main road, he turned off the engine, and moved so he was looking into her eyes. "Now tell me doll, what's on that pretty mind?"Deana was too tipsy to think rationally and. I remain there for moments with his cock firmly planted in me, while my hand once again cups and feel his balls. They feel different in my hand than my own. They are now larger than when I started. No doubt they are filling full of sperm that is meant for me. I moan. The vibration of my moan on his cock causes him to moan as well.I am now moving my head up and down. My own cock throbs beneath me. It has been probably twenty minutes, but it seems like hours. This is my first time. My jaw is. My hips moved back and forth in the chair as I moaned, gently massaging the underside of my cock with one hand and toying with my nipples with the other.Eventually, I dribbled lube onto the head of my cock and let it cascade down the shaft before my fist grabbed it and worked the lube all over the length of my thickening phallus and my smoothly shaved balls. My fist worked its way up and down the boner and my hips thrust upward to match the rhythm, the sloshing sound of my fist stroking the. She felt panic rising in her pendulous breasts, and turned back and increased her pace. She had a stitch in her side soon, but she heard the rhythmic squishy crunching of the leaves on the forest floor behind her. The cock had elected to run instead of flying after her, so she heard the balls functioning as a very odd yet efficient pair of feet pounding after her. The cock was right behind her when she turned back. The sparrows that flitted about her watched her humiliation as though they were.