"Yes, oh god yes!" I replied urgently, and instantly she dropped down, and like a piston my cock shot up and with a loud groan she landed hard in my l...p."Oh fuck!" I cried out as she bottomed out on my cock in one go."Oh yeah!" she purred lustfully with a grin, as she sat staring me in the eyes and grinding herself on my cock "Oh yeah, that's such a big cock!"Then she began riding me, properly, lifting her little slim petite body up and down, and letting her wet little cunt grease my pole with. She wrapped her beautiful nice thighs around my waist while I was humping and fucking the shit out of her. After we finished that position, she bent over onto the car. I stuck my cock into her ass and grabbed her hair. During that position, I started singing the birthday song to her. The more I sang that song, the faster and harder she went. After about another 20 minutes more, I told her I was about to cum. She said "cum all over the bag and on my mouth baby." As I pulled out, she went down. He looked up at me then pushed himself up and looked down between them, reached down and hitched the hem of her dress up. I noticed that she'd shaved herself, something I'd asked her to do many times but she always refused preferring to keep her pubic hair neatly trimmed. That's obviously what he meant when he said 'smooth'. He was still pushing, working to get the whole length of his dick into her. Chris was tensing again, her face contorting with pain, "All the way" she mumbled again, it was. * * * By the time the sun was directly overhead and burning down fiercely, Seth Bowman was where he had meant to be. He tied the dun in an arroyo where the scant shade of the wall would give the tired horse some relief from the heat. He exchanged his boots and spurs for resilient, silent moccasins. On practiced feet, he went down the arroyo, then up out of it by way of a deep, water-slashed cut in the wall. Then there was nothing but rock, cactus, and mesquite. He went slowly, taking every bit.