” he replied. “My coffee might not taste the best, but it will wake you up. I promise,” the old lady said. “I’m looking for a place to camp....�� the man stated when she returned with the coffee. She knew that the rough looking man’s statement was really a question. “You might try the Convenience store about a mile out of town. They let people set up a camper there for five dollars a day,” the older woman said. After he was gone she thought about him. She wondered if he was going to be trouble. He. She handed them to me before sitting down. I opened my hand just enough to see that she had complied, and then closed it again, feeling the satin, still warm from her thighs, crush beneath my grip.She sat back down and leaned back in her booth. Though I could not see it, I knew she was spreading her legs under the table, safe from prying eyes. Gathering her hair up into her hands, she cooed, "Your turn." It still wasn't right, so I erased the thought. Perhaps if I had her masturbate in her. Jill gripped the pillow and groaned loudly as she took his cock deep inside her pussy and felt the first jet shoot out and hit the walls of her womb. “Oooooh yea ... mmmmmm that's lovely ... do that again” she groaned.David grunted again as he pushed into her and shot another load into her pussy making her groan again. Jill cooed how much she loved the feel of his big cock shooting his spunk into her and filling her hole. David thrust and ground his hips into her a few more times shooting a. "Hands above your head. Cross your wrists, good Slave. Now, dance for me. Gyrate, good...now, lower...mm, very nice...turn around and let me see that ass...yes..." She steps forward lightning-quick, left arm wrapping the girl's chest, right encircling her hips, crushing her aching, swollen pussy against her palm, savoring the whimper of arrousal as she bucks helplessly, kissing their Slave's sweaty, warm neck hungrily, purring as she tastes the salty, slick, glistening skin. "Mm, you like.