The next thing I knew, his hand had become a vice grip on my neck, holding me steady as he aggressively shoved his rigid cock toward my throat. His gr...ans became almost primal and his thrusts became more devoted to a specific purpose.“Oh,” he cried as he pushed his crotch upward.“Oh God,” he let out with another thrust a few seconds later.Then, as he held me firmly in place and shoved his dick into my mouth one last aggressive time and stretched the word out into a groan until it almost drifted. It weren’t easy but for a woman who wears a hot stud in her panties so that she could get her thrills while walking down a crowded street, standing or sitting in a crowded bus or metro or even on a roadside bench she had learned some control, but in weren't a plastic mechanical hot stud that was moving in and out of her, it was a hot live throbbing column of flesh and that made all the deference. She laying on her back, him on his side across the bed, her left leg between his and her right. It was driving me wild and I could tell she was really enjoying it. Telling me what a good little bitch I was taking care of her like this. I was doing my best to please her, and it seems like a while, before she said I bet you want to taste my pussy now, to which I replied "Yes" and she said I hadn't earned it yet. she turned and said if I wanted to lick her pussy I had to first lick her ass. and with no warning she had put her ass in my face. So I devoured her ass, licking and probing my. I giggled to myself. Abby was making unintelligible remarks. "ahhh.", she whispered softly. My eyes truly saw her for the first time. She was vulnerable, her dark brown hair lay over her brown eyes. Her tanned skin shone with the night's mist. A silk shirt she was wearing was slightly pulled down, and I began to see the outline of a red bra. I had always been jealous of her huge boobs, but now, I was suddenly admiring them. Her eyes were closed, resting, and her amber lips spoke a strange.