Spankings rained down as I was used without mercy, cocks of different colors and sizes moving around me. Every time one left a hole empty, a new one i...mediately replaced it. "Yeah, you're just as hungry as you were last time, whore. You're gonna be seeing me at the truckstop again." Mmmm just as tight as before at the theater, worth every penny." Damn, slut, you're gonna squeeze my cock off, they weren't lying about you on that livestream."The comments came one after another, blending together. I held his cock, pressed against my belly for a moment, savouring its warmth, then started to slide my hand up and down the shaft. He let out a moan and half shut his eyes. The moan was loud enough to startle a woman to look up from her book and look at his face over the top of her reading glasses. Little did she know that his cock was out for her to see if she just looked down. This turned me on even more. I wanted to rub myself, for him to rub me, but he was standing rigidly, one hand holding. Nicole just smiled as she slowly rubbed the growing bulge in Michael’s jeans. “Take those off if you are going to do that, you don’t know uncomfortable that is.” Michael told Nicole. Nicole was more than happy to oblige as she began to undo Michael’s jeans. She could feel Michael’s hard cock in her hand now, and she slid it through the slit in his boxers. She did not keep rubbing it though, and instead started to gently suck the head of his cock. “Oh you are bad,” Michael said to her with a. I moved there for a job somewhat hesitantly. Being a right-wing born in the north that grew up in the south, I certainly had no interest to move to the left-skewed state of California. But it was my job that pulled me in. I moved there simply for work, who hasn't? It was a good job working as a courier for a factory. I ran messages and various other things across the company campus. It was a largely mobile position, one that kept me driving a neat little Yamaha 4x4 across a few acres of large.