I grab the back of her head, but don't force her forward into my cock. I want her to do this willingly. "I said clean my cock, bitch. Do it." I let ou... a grunt, a bit overboard, to let her know that it's all part of a game. This doesn't mean she's really my sex slave. She's still an independent woman. There's nothing wrong with getting off on serving her man. She smiles a little and opens her mouth. She licks the mixtures of juices and cum off of my cock from the base to the tip. I throw my. ”As Richard started the car, he turned on classical music loud enough where Anna could hear nothing else. As Richard drove, and the car went over bumps, whatever Richard placed underneath her sent tiny, almost imperceptible vibrations over Anna’s pussy. The music was pulsing, coming to a crescendo, Anna was about to lose control. She wanted to come so bad, she was nearly hyperventilating as the car came to a stop and Richard turned down the music. Without a word, Richard turned off the car and. Her legs trembled and I felt more of her fluids gushing over my cock. She was insatiable, begging for more and more. Her tits bounced in rhythm as I continued to impale her from behind. I could feel my load beginning to build higher and higher. Without warning, I unloaded inside of her as she let go once again. Our juices mixing together as I began to slow my motions as my cock became semi-limp inside of her.We were both breathing heavy as I leaned on her back, gently kissing her neck. My. His horse was at the front door; therefore, he would run out the front door! With that in mind, I had to get my ass into position to cover the front door. I hunched over and ran to the other end of the bar, nearly trampling the bartender in the process.I got there just in time to see somebody getting ready to run for that door. I was ready, so I decided to let him run. I was sure that I could stop him with a blast from my shotgun. I had switched from full automatic fire to semiautomatic. I did.