She responds by walking into my room, locking the door behind her. I ask her what the fuck she's doing and she responds by reaching into my pants and ...rabbing my dick. Now I was quite freaked out by this and tried pushing her away but would not let go and kissing at my face and neck like the world would end if she didn't get fucked. Little did I know that that was actually the case but I had no idea about the greater repercussions of my actions. I decide that I should give into her actions and. Either the cool night air or the anticipation of what might be to come has made her nipples hard and push up against the soft material of her top.She sits down and crosses her legs showing off her slender thighs. She stares at Tarzan’s loincloth wondering whether what lies beneath will please or disappoint. Tarzan stares back wondering whether he will get to feel those thighs around his waist whilst he pleasures her pussy! He feels the blood start to surge into his cock.A short command from. "Sure," Carla nonchalantly went to the door. I followed, shivering.Outside, I could see that we were in a rather heavily-wooded area, and mytrailer was fairly well concealed among some trees. Carla and I walkedtoward it. Here, at last, was my chance.Moving swiftly as we walked, I grabbed Carla's ankle and pulled hard. shewent down fast, with a surprised grunt. But I was long gone by the timeshe hit the ground, running naked through the grass to the safety of mytrailer, breasts jiggling wildly.. Her red lips made her skin look like alabaster, pale and smooth. Her eyes were much too large, too green, and too hollow. Her dark hair lay clumped in damp curls against her face and neck. She opened her coat to look at the blade strapped to the leather-clad flesh of her muscled thigh. She knew that she stood out, no matter how she dressed. But when she dressed to please, she knew she was irresistible. It brought no satisfaction to her, she only cared about one opinion. He was the only person.