It was one of those quilts you get at a designer home supply store that people pay way too much for because they think it looks genuinely homemade. Zo... was immediately reminded of Victoria with how fake and corny it looked. Like her it tried way too hard to be something it wasn’t in an attempt to impress everyone. Zoe did have something to be thankful about. In those previous four hours she was not bothered a single time. Not one time did someone stop in to see how she was doing, to ask if she. ”She rested her head on the car’s armrest and I pushed upher skirt. I was surprised to see she didn’t have anypanties on and with the moon’s glow I could make out athick mass of red pubes. I opened her thighs and got as comfortable as I could inthe front seat of her wagon. One leg was over my headrestand the other on the dashboard. I knelt down and began torun my tongue up and down her thatch of hair, finding herlips and clit and massaging them with my warm, moisttongue.. I slide your panties down just enough to reveal your upper buttocks, so sexy, allowing me access to your lower back and upper bum. I pour more oil, spreading it over your lower back, rubbing it in, and over your sensual upper butt, making me want you even more. The oil slides between your cheeks and down your crack, tingling and making you want more. You spread your legs ever so much and the warm oil trickles lower and lower, as if your panties weren't already damp. I massage lower, over your. This time the pain was attached to my nipples, there was no relief. I agonized and reveled in the pain. At this point I was pretty uncomfortable but I had almost forgotten about the two pieces of metal on each side of the horse that went up between my ass cheeks and pussy lips. Almost forgotten, that is, until Q turned on the power. I don’t know how he did it, but the thumping between my legs was timed to be almost exactly opposite the butt plug. When the electricity paused in my ass, the.