Grabbing her waist tighter he thrusts into her harder and faster driving her closer and closer the edge. “I want you to fuck my tight little ass,”...she tells him while panting from the pleasure. He pulls out and slides his cock up, pressing it against her tight ass. She pushes back causing the tip to slide into her ass. She gasps as it enters her, feeling it slowly inch into her before it's all the way in.“Oh god it feels so tight,” he says. He has to go a little slow at first but soon works up. Even with the fan running on high speed, I was sweating a little because of the pressure I was applying to fuck her tight pussy.I was feeling my penis becoming very warm inside her and with doubt, I pulled it out and saw blood over my penis. Her pussy was also bleeding. I have blood phobia so we immediately went inside the washroom to clean ourselves up. I closed my eyes since I couldn’t see someone bleeding.She washed her pussy and simultaneously washed my penis. We gave a little break as she. He nodded and turned back to serve another customer. I found a table where I could put my back to the wall and see the door. I could see whoever came in the door before their eyes could adjust enough to see me clearly. Not that I was too worried, I had a snub nosed .357 magnum revolver under my coat, and a couple of knives and a straight razor cached in various places on my person. My dad told me long ago, ‘Son, it’s better to have it and not need it, than to need it and not have it.’ Good. It’s an easy way to make a living these days. Life has been peaceful for years. It does get a little quiet in the forest sometimes, walking for miles alone, and it’s slow going. I was listening to the sounds of the woods: the birds, the squirrels chattering, here and there in the distance a dog barking near a cottage. There’s never anything new. But then, I thought I heard a voice, a melody. I moved more slowly, I could actually make out a few words of sweet singing. A woman’s voice, and a song.