"Which part of those two words don't you people understand?" She stormed through the reporters, not stopping, 'accidentally' knocking a camera out of ...her face. She didn't even flinch when she heard it hit the ground with a crash of broken parts. Nor did she stop when she heard the cameraman cursing at her, a small smile flickering across her lips the only acknowledgement of the deed.She spotted Justin, resplendent in jeans so faded that the stress points were white and thin and a tee shirt, his. " No but he's overheating. You'd better do something fast" said the guy.Outside Silver did seem in a sorry state. "Well" the guy thought out loud "There's no shade around here. You need to run around the horse fanning it.There's a peace of roof shingle there in the dirt.You can use that to fan the horse." Lone Ranger tiredly reached for the scrap of wood when Tonto stopped him."Kemosabe let me do that. That horse have saved both our lives time and again. I feel obliged." Well, all right - if. I took as much as I could, shoving it down my throat as my tied-up clit throbbed in pain. My eyes started watering as I held it down my throat, gagging and spluttering I finally released. Large strings of spit - and probably some tears - attached from me to the head of the cock as I gasped for breath. Deepthroating was fun, but my ass was pulsing and wanted more. I moved the laptop so I could still see the porn and got into a more comfortable missionary position. I pulled out the plug, gently. Tighten it up again Krystal. " I murmured." Victoria tightened her sheath, feeling me sinking further into her, "OH! OH! OMG! that long thick throbbing hard cock hurts." she screams. The bulbous head of my cock stretching and tearing her tight tunnel as Krystal screams. I grabbed her wrists and held them over her head with one hand and used the other hand to grip her ass. Krystal felt my thick shaft pressing more into her and the pain was intense. "Please, please don't do this", Krystal moaned.