She squirted heavily. My face was covered with her squirting. I licked it down. It tasted salty somewhat.Then she laid me down and started giving a ni...e blowjob. She moved her mouth up and down with tongue encircling it. She was performing deep throat blowjob and she was a pro in it. As I was about to cum, I indicated her to stop. We exchanged our places. I slowly started to rub my dick over her pussy. She was screaming’ “Fuck Me! You son of a bitch! Fuck Me, Harder!”. These words drove me. "Did you ever think that outdoor sex in Washington in October may not be the smartest thing we could do?"I grinned. "The thought crossed my mind. Especially when I was pulling the little guy out of your pussy."Tami blushed, then grinned. "I thought it Big Tony?" Well, sometimes it's Big Tony, but after a couple of rounds with you, it's just the little guy." I'm sorry, little guy," she said and reached over and patted the crotch of my jeans. It didn't even stir. "Just think of all the fun we. I hadn't heard them sohappy in years. They sounded like pathetic teenagers in a Korean romanticdrama, like "Secret Garden".Anyway, strange it is, how comforting it is, to be unexpectedly kidnappedand taken to who knows where to undergo who knows what devilish torturesby one's parents. It's concurrently nurturing and shocking.The relic shook, wheezed, sighed, and generally sputtered its way alongwho knows how many streets. It eventually came to a stop.Is this where it happens?Is this the place. It was so beautiful seeing Sophie feel pleasure, and to be so sensual about it, riding my hard cock slowly, feeling every sensation.Suddenly, and unexpectedly, she burst into tears. I kissed her eyelids, drinking her salty tears with love. She didn’t stop her sensual sliding up and down my cock.“Are you okay?” I asked with a mixture of pleasure and concern in my voice.“I am just happy,” she replied. “I have never done this. Ig would never allow it, but I fantasized about it often when I.