If I had a mirror in here, I’d make you watch yourself being fucked. Now, arch your back, lift your ass, and push your cunt back so it’s ready for...me to ram my cock into it.”I adjusted my position as he said, partly because he was roughly positioning me with his hands.“Spread your legs more.” I did as he said.He carefully moved between my legs, so he was behind me. “Spread ‘em more. More! I want your cunt at the same level as my cock. Now, don’t move until I move you, right?”“Sir.”He positioned. Almost as if luring me to pull over, like preteen children trusting the molester in a dirty white work van, holding a handful of candy. I had never stopped to pick up hitchhikers before and as a matter of fact, I was always warned against it. But I literally couldn't pass this young lady by. Helping her seemed utterly paramount. Her beauty called out to me like some sort of Siren's Song. Making my anxious feelings of fear push to the back of my brain, along with my logic.Along with her. She was equally infatuated with him. Even though he was married to a woman 10 years his senior with two grown stepdaughters, they flirted incessantly.Kevin had come across Layla while looking at an amateur pornography site. He loved her body, but was not so enthralled by the fact that she described herself merely as a boy. He loved women. Early in their first exchange, Layla had mentioned that she was eager to meet him. He replied back quickly that he wasn’t too keen on that idea. It took Layla. The female body gets thrice more exhausted and strained than that of a male. Soon all her exhausted points on feet calf and thighs were healed and relaxed. I started squeezing and massaging her ass and her pussy spreading her legs. Soon her moans of pain were converted into moans on lust naughtiness.I applied some more oil on her ass and few drops of it on her ass hole and pussy. I started massaging it the area around her pussy opening, her asshole. While massaging I asked her if she is.