Brock couldn't believe what was happening. He only got off the highway for a quick pit stop, now he was throat fucking this young East Indian girl, an... she appeared to love every harsh thrust. At least that's what Brock thought her moans meant. Now he had a decision to make. Keep going and come in her mouth or take it to the next level. "Fuck it!" Brock growled. He pushed Rati back; her mouth made a popping sound as she reluctantly released his cock. "Get your clothes off!" "Yes, sir," Rati. His ass is even tighter now than it was, and it feels unimaginable. I bottom out quickly, and go back to my fast pace from earlier. I reach again and grip his cock, stroking easier from this angle than the other and he starts bucking his hips sending jolts of pleasure through me each time.I stroke his cock faster and faster as I watch his balls tighten even more, almost flat against his body. His moans get louder and louder, and I squeeze down harder on his cock and thrust into him like a. "Pulling out a chair, I sat facing him with my legs crossed. He plated the food and brought it to the table. His jaw dropped when he saw me. "Damn Hun...." He gawked. Up till then he'd only seen me in jeans and t-shirts.... Well that and naked."Don't drool." I teased."You're making me want desert before dinner." "Well you sir will have to wait, I'm starving." "Let's eat up then shall we." The shrimp Alfredo he'd prepared was delicious. We ate in silence at first.He spoke up breaking the. The pressure of the cupped metal horn pressing firmly into her pubis was working the hood of her clit back and grinding her nub. The intensity was now too great for her to just quietly do nothing and she was starting to get a little frantic. She kept pulling at her wrists and straining to free her legs, pointlessly. She knew the cycle of the saddle intimately now. It had a steady rise in intensity followed by a sharp fall only to start over again without the slightest variation. The first part.