Martin rannte von einer Nutte zur nächsten und gab Unmengen von Geld für seine Pornosammlung aus.„Und alles nur, weil dieser scheiß Beyer unsere ...irma platt gemacht hat,“ schimpfte Mike lauthals über sein Glas Bier hinweg.„Richtig. Dem müsste man mal so richtig in den Arsch treten.“, stimmte Jürgen zu.„Und wisst ihr was er mit der Kohle anstellt, die er aus unserer Firma gezogen hat?“, warf Martin in die Runde.„Für sein scharfes Töchterchen eine Verlobungsfeier ausrichten. Steht alles in der. Any moment, they'd leave the dual carriageway and head along the narrow country lane that would twist and turn for several miles until eventually emerging on the outskirts of Little Missington.As the turnoff neared, I noticed the BMW's indicator flash through the windscreens of the intervening traffic and prepared to follow. About two miles along the lane, I'd placed a set of temporary traffic lights that I could control remotely through my mobile phone.Keying the speed dial on the handset, I. At night I would lay awake touching myself, and thinking of all these different sex scenarios. I watched hours upon hours of porn, and was wet from the moment I woke up till the moment I went to sleep. I needed to be fucked. But none of the boys I knew, would ever make a move and I was really afraid of looking like a slut. I couldn’t talk to anyone I knew about my sex obsession. My friends were all virgins, and would probably think I was weird if I told them how much I needed to be fucked. So. Soon my moans filled the bus, and I was grinding down hard on his cock, which I could feel through his pants.We paused our movements, looking at each other, reading the lust there. In a flurry of movement, we both pulled down our pants, and I impaled myself on his cock, my pussy eating him up to the base. I began riding him slowly, not wanting this moment to end anytime soon. "Fuck you're so tight, your pussy around my cock feels so fucking good oh fuck yes it does holy shit." Rob's head was.