I blushed as she smiled and said, "Don't you just love that new-car smell Jerry? We only just got this car last week and Mom won't let us eat in it. S...he doesn't want us dripping any creamy mayonnaise and staining the leather." She winked at me and raised her eyebrows slightly, as if asking me if I was doing irreparable damage to the expensive leather with my own "creamy mayonnaise". My flushed cheeks turned an even brighter red at the immediate thought of the dampness under my bottom. With the. I grab her waist pulling her up onto her knees, her tight ass in the air begging to be fucked. The feel of fucking her tight ass is undescribably. My hard cock is covered with lubricant, that would suffice as I grab her hips making sure her ass is in the right position.I part her cheeks roughly as she whimpers " omg..stop! " When I rub the head of my cock against her tight puckered little anus, she goes wild, struggling against me with renewed vigour as she whimpers desperate pleas " stop!. The raiders spoke in a language Juniper had never heard and the man nodded. ‘You are fire demon?’ He said with a heavy accent. She snarled and snapped her teeth, but turned her face from him. He muttered to one of the men, who answered encouragingly. Their attention turned back to her. ‘You understand this tongue, yes? Your father was very wily to bed a fire demoness and have her produce a child. Such a beautiful child.’ He attempted to hold her chin, but she yanked her face away. ‘I know who. She wore the pastel pink shirt with a pair of eggshell blue slacks. Her shoes were in the dressing room.“Hmm, suits you.”“Not too pastel?”“It’s definitely a lot of pastel,” laughed Amy, “but I think you look nice.”Amy looked her up and down again.“Are you a swimmer?” she asked.“I was, how come?”“Well, my cousin, Jessie, is a swimmer and you guys are built just about the same. Pastels are definitely hard to pull off, but something about having some muscles makes them feel less artsy, you.