Oh gods, was he going to blow up the phone booth with her inside it?!“PLEASE please please, don’t do this! I didn’t do nothing to ‘ya, please ...on’t pull the pin.”The figure, silent as always, leaned down and unceremoniously pulled the pin. Joyce backed into the far corner of the booth and into a fetal position. The figure stepped backwards and back into the rainy darkness outside. Joyce screamed, a last ditch effort to get help of any kind before…PFFTTTTNo explosion. No boom. Joyce looks up. My moan of disappointment only fuels you more. You reach down and this time come up with a banana. "Maybe this will help, though." You check the end of the banana to make sure there are no sharp edges or anything that will hurt me (you take such good care of me!) before pointing the end at my wet, ravenous pussy. You rub the banana up and down my slit to lube it some before sliding it into me a little at a time. You ease the fruit deeper into my tunnel as I arch my back as throw my legs open. He takes off his helmet and exclaims “this is fuckin awesome”. You could clearly see the wet spot going down his right thigh—lol--the boi done busted a nut while riding—it happens :) They go for some gatoraide, and quickly ride back out. As dusk approaches later, the b o y s all start heading in—covered in mud and dirt, whooping and hollering like b o y s do. The 'KP' b o y s are manning the grills—tonight burgers and dogs. Later, as things quiten down, most of us gather around the fire. Couple. Her pussy was red and enflamed... engorged with blood and pulsing for attention. Her muscles clenched and the flames cast deep shadows in the creases of her flesh. Shining on the sweat drooling down her skin. He smiled with great satisfaction. His chest heaving... His balls drawing tight under His cock as His cum began to roll and rise. "Are you My girl?" His voice growled at her. "You are an angel, but tonight, you are My obedient little whore... and your body is a tool for My pleasure."Eyes.