She was in her hot pink, black, and white Victoria's Secret racing uniform. Her shoulder-length, coffee-colored hair was in two pigtails. She felt an ...adrenaline rush whenever she goes to a race. Her #44 car was all ready for her. Amy and her pit crew were ready while her friends and family enter the speedway. Racing fans from all over the country were came to cheer on their fave drivers.Once the national anthem was sung and the T-Birds flew over the Texas Motor Speedway, all the drivers. Sliding my wet hard cock into her wet pussy. "I'm so horny and wet, I was so thrilled to see you out here" she said. Her hands on my shoulder, her firmly planted, Sarah started to ride me. I lowered her shirt to expose her plump boobs. My mouth her boobs, playing with her nipples. Her pussy so wet, so easy for my cock to slide in and out. Sarah leaned my back up against the stairs, riding me harder. Oh my, her pussy was so wet, I went to moaning with her. Sarah rode me faster, so much that I. Her swelling vulva was clasping and slick, desirous of sucking him completely inwards. Her sturdy soft hands clutched at his sides and hips, barely focused on massaging anything now but that which lie hotly beneath her drenched mons.Upon each rise to his top, she'd angle her hips, arched her back, thrust out her breasts, and gradually worked his drenched crown further inside her juicy entrance. She threw her head back, cried out, then allowed him back outside of her, sliding once again along. The event had weighed on his mind.He felt responsible. He had built the thing. A few days later Nora had died. In his soul he felt there was some kind of connection.After her unsuccessful first attempt to have Lightning mount her, Mistler remembered that Nora undertook the second venture with a grim determination.She told Mullady after dinner to be prepared for the encounter at precisely twelve o'clock midnight.He removed the felt cloth from the decadent monument and preened Lightning and made.