" Sharon replied."We want to go somewhere we can have a good time." I said to reassure them."Any place is fine." Lon replied."Let's go to Caiman's at ...the hotel. It is a nice place to sit and talk. I heard them playing some good music a while ago." I suggested."That's fine with us." They said agreeing.Lon and Sharon were sitting across from us in the limousine and Sharon was wearing a very elegant black dress that was very short. She had her legs crossed and I had to make an effort not to look. ” He flexes his hips again, his eyes are wide, wary and filled with salacious need – need for me. Need for my mouth…. Oh my.Holy crap. His hands are really gripping my hair. I can do this. I push even harder and, in a moment of extraordinary confidence, I bare my teeth. It tips him over the edge. He cries out and stills, and I can feel warm, salty liquid oozing down my throat. I swallow quickly. Ugh… I’m not sure about this. But one look at him, and he’s come apart on the couch because of me,. "Cum for me, slut," he growled. With his first cum out of the way, his stamina seemed limitless. He savagely pounded her pussy, brutally filling and stretching her through one earth-shattering orgasm after another. "Yes Sir!" she gasped, thrashing under him. Her head swam as the multiple orgasms took their brutal toll on her consciousness. She had no idea how long he fucked her, or how many times she filled his ears with the shrill sound of her screams. She only knew that she'd never been. The weight of my body sitting on my hands did keep them relatively trapped. Slowly, he pressed his hand against me again, and massaged almost, his fingers pressing my lips against my clit, and made slow, deep circles. Of course I instantly wanted more. I struggled to keep my hips still. He drew one finger down my sopping wet panties, tracing the line where my lips met under the thong, up and back, teasing me. Then he pulled each lip to the side of the thong, still in the middle, now bunched.