It was quiet, as the first band was done, and the 2nd band was setting up. She's cute as a button - slightly under 5' tall, fairly lean, reddish-coppe...r hair. Her clothing consisted of very, very short cutoff jeans (with associated camel toe) and a great loose top with brocade & lace bodice. It was difficult to concentrate on her lovely face (slightly pug nose, and killer eyes), because her tits were pretty well exposed.The more we talked, the more in-depth was the conversation. Maintaining a. After a few minutes I just began to get that feeling and I didn't want to come, not yet anyway. I wanted her pussy, her pregnant pussy. I wanted to get as deep in her as I possibly could. I eased the grip on her hair as a signal that I was ready to proceed.She didn't stop at all, I was in heaven from the pleasure she was giving me as well as me looking down and seeing her pretty face as my dick stretched her sweet mouth. Her eyes were closed and she had no plan to stop.The cum started to rise. When my fingers find her clitoris, it is fat and swollen, slippery with desire. Her whole body jerks convulsively when I touch it and she presses back into me with such force that my I find it some what uncomfortable. Nevertheless, I give her what she wants, running my fingers over and around her clitoris whilst I lick. Her hands are pressed against the opposite wall when she comes. Her hips shuck and gyrate with each muscular spasm and her cries fill the hallway. She reaches the point where. It seemed that the pleasure would never stop mounting as the movement of the galloping horse rubbed our bodies together. I had no immediate fears, except that of sudden death from a fall, as my captor would not be able to do anything while this mad ride continued.How wrong can you be?I felt the head of his manhood pressing into the lips of my private parts which were, by now, thoroughly wet with my own pleasures. It pushed up and down in the damp and slippery slit, hitting my pleasure spot each.