I play the sax. I'm probably good enough to almost have made the big time, but just NOT that well connected.This was a lively crowd and we had plenty ...f people dancing to our musical noise. I call it noise because we can't play our music; we have to play stuff that's been gathering dust in their musical libraries for at least ten years or so. It's automatic for us, and B O R I N G as hell. I tend to watch the women, find an attractive one or two and feign as if I'm playing to them alone. It's. Already he was meeting some resistance there…"You have a very tight little pussy, you slutty girl…” He mocked.He pulled his dick back and then reinserted it slowly; a little deeper. I arched her back with every thrust, reaching up with my hands to claw at the hooded man’s chest. But he continued to squeeze his huge shaft into my thight orifice. The pain son bécame pleasure…I was fgetting hurt; but although some pain tears streamed down my face, I reached down to hold his thick dick, pushing it. Luckily, I had the commonsense to keep my eyes open, because after a few minutes standing there, I suddenly saw a biker, in the distance, coming towards me. When I had seen him, I again felt a rush of adrenaline going through my body, but it also made me run back into the woods and when I was far enough inside, I hid behind a bush, and I looked at the path in front of me. I had started to masturbate again, to release the build up tension in my body. I kept on looking intensely to the path. And. She lets her lips tingle the tip of my dick before she licks it with her incredible tongue. She licks my slit torturing me with that release that I want so desperately. She giggles as she hears me groans for more. She takes me in her mouth, sliding half way down my shaft then back up again. I thrust my hips up again causing my dick down her throat. She gags a little before getting use to it. I hold her head down on my cock, my hand entangled in her hair. She sucks and chokes and jerks my dick.