Hotter and wetter thanbefore I couldn't wait to pound her and watch herwrithe. I moved quick this time, lifting her legs and laying them against my ch...est, I eased the head of the spit slick strap on cock against her steamy wetfolds and then pressed it in. She did not scream orthrash this time, just kept her eyes shut tight and letout a low moan as I pushed it inside."that's a good girl,..pretty pixie." I said as I slowlythrust my hips forward, sliding all 9 inches up into her. My little pixie. Suddenly, a spot light flashed on, centred on the Dais, making the steel pole shine. A nameless tune blared out of unseen speakers, something with a heavy base line, timed with the beat of a heart at rest. Most of the booths emptied, the occupants formed a semi-circle behind Jimmy. The Act Out of the corner of his eye, Jimmy caught a flurry of movement. To the ripple of applause from the patrons, a woman was making her entrance doing acrobatic walk overs. Bending at. She began to raise and lower herself slowly on his cock as her body went wild, and it didn't take long for her to start thrashing around as her pussy spasmed and clutched at his cock. She went through the throes of a massive climax that caused her to flop forward on his chest, his iron-hard cock still buried in her cunt.In a somewhat dazed state, she realized her father was lifting her off his cock and placing her on the bed on her stomach. She felt his hands on her hips, lifting them and. ’ As she drove away I saw painted on the tailgate the picture of a stylized butterfly. It was the same emblem on a box that had played an important role in my survival. In that instant, where before I had no direction I now knew the next path to follow. I turned my Jeep around and followed her dust cloud, but I knew where she was headed. Less than thirty minutes ago I had delivered that previously mentioned box to her front door with a note that read, ‘This box kept me alive’ Chuck Nolan. From.