Yeah...I’m your horny bitch," I gasp. Then, without warning, I feel his arms reach down around my legs, and my feet being lifted off the ground ben...ath me. With his cock still deep inside me, he lifts me up, holding my legs on either side of his hips, with the rest of my body now bent over the brick wall, lying with my naked stomach on the top of the brickwork. I put my hands on the wall either side of me, trying to keep my balance, and stop myself from being pushed completely over the other. ” “All the way out?” she asked. “Yes,” I replied, “All the way out… let it drop in the drain pan.” I scrunched out from under the car, and Charlie Started to follow on the dolly. “Hold up,” I instructed, “wait for all the oil to drain. When it stops, I will need you to put the plug back in.” I stood beside the car. “Are you having fun?” I heard her ask. “Fun?” I inquired. “I guess so, if you call changing the oil, fun.” Charlie spread her legs as wide as she could, knowing I would take note. . She listened intently as I told her about my fascination with cum and how I love to eat my own. I’ve drained my cock directly into my mouth while sucking on it, I’ve eaten it off my hand, and I’ve eaten the frozen cum I had collected over several jerk off sessions. I described the different cocks I had introduced to my mouth, the several male mouths my cock had explored, the assholes my cock had penetrated, and the penises that had intimate knowledge of my own sphincter. She knew, of course,. My lungs working harder than they had ever done, my body not only longer kept warm and wet by the rain that came from steel pipes. But now by the sweat and unholy fluids from our bodies. The salt sea created at our feet. The river from your cave, started to flow and overflow. Your lips in my neck, your lips on my nipple, pierced with steel, your lips on my chest. Tower and Cave, found each other. A battle of moisture and nails. A battle of tongues and flesh. Thrusts between your silk legs..