You always say you’re horny for me and I never really knew what it meant until now- all I want is for you to grab me, throw me down, rip off my clot...es, and have your way with me. I dream of your hands around neck, choking me til I gasp for air then pushing my head down and forcing your fat cock in my mouth and down my slimy throat, before you push me down on my back, lift my legs up in the air, shove your cock in my ass, and fuck me until you cum. Since you’re so far away for now, I have to. I'll get your bags."With that I grabbed her bags and started walking, all the while waiting for the shouts, the running men with guns. But they never appeared. She just stood there for a minute with her mouth open, uncertain what to do; then she followed me out to the Humvee. There were seats for three in the front of the Humvee, but it was close. So close I could smell her- the sweat and the perfume and the flower like scent of her hair. So close that she couldn't help but touch us every time. It felt so good, and she had waited so long. She noticed that Jake was attuned to her responses. If she reacted to something strongly, he would redouble his attention on that spot. She let her hands fall onto his head and pressed him more firmly toward her need. She was close now, her hips weaving in short oscillations against his slithering tongue. Then she went over the top when he sucked her clit into his mouth and drummed a tattoo on it with his stiffened tongue.Beth came strongly as Jake. His entire body moved against me, rocking forward, as he pressed his spine down putting even more pressure on my pubis and I tried to rock my hips up into his stomach. I was whimpering almost constantly and all the while Uncle Joe’s mouth drove me wild. He swapped again, giving the other breast one last suck before he began to kiss his way downward. All across my ribcage his hot mouth moved, his tongue licked. I felt his teeth nip lightly here and there as he went, but always he worked his.