"Remember I asked you if you saw the three ready-to-pops? They're all three mine. I done 'em."She frowned at him, and he grinned expectantly. (Author'... note: I'll claim the pun.)"Want me to do you?" Ms Carnahan!" Lisa bellowed.The bus driver's eyes flicked up in the mirror, then she pulled the bus to the curb. "That boy bothering you, lady?" she called, looking back up in the mirror.The boy beside her stood and started walking toward the front of the bus. Ms Carnahan stood and stepped to the. The real problem with The Badlands was it was such a vast flat plain, with no woods or canyons for shelter if bad weather loomed. There were a few hamlets dotted throughout this land, but they were at least a hundred miles apart, and not on the direct route along the narrow horse trails that wound across this wilderness on the way to Shanten.When leaving the Headstone Road to begin crossing The Badlands, the weather had been clear, if a little chilly. But two days into their crossing of The. I thrust deeper into your pussy, and your velvet walls close around me tighter, drawing me further into you. Your juices are gushing from deep with you, coating my balls in your sweet nectar. My hands grip your waist a little tighter, pulling you closer until I can go no deeper. I thrust harder and faster with each stroke. Your hands grip my shoulders your nails dig into my skin. The forthcoming sense of release is so intense. “I can’t hold on any longer,“ you scream out loudly. Just hearing. Sørensen. Do something spontaneous for once in your life, will you? It’ll do you good. You don’t want to look back when you’re old and not have any memories because nothing was worth remembering. And, Daxi- we are going to make some fucking memories!’ ‘Um... I don’t… Um… oh what the fuck… okay! OKAY!’ ‘Good, because I already booked your ticket. You didn’t really have a choice. But I am glad you saw it my way.’ ‘What?!? You bitch!!’ I laughed. ‘I know, I know, I can be a bitch, huh? But you.