"OK. I'll take you back to the hotel. But you'll have to let me show you the machine and what it can do first. If you don't like it, I'll take you to ...the hotel and you'll never see me again." She thought about this for a few seconds and said, "OK, but no funny stuff." Won't you let me help you up? I told you I'm not a bad guy," I offered.With that she took my hand and I pulled her up from the chair. She fell forward, against me. I could smell her hair and her lipstick. I thought I was going to. The photographer snaps away as my ex’s big, fat cockhead pierces my pussy lips. I lose my breath, squirm and moan with anticipation. But he stops. The photographer encourages him to get the monster inside me, but he waits, with 99% of his throbbing cock just outside my pussy. He looks at all of the onlookers and asks them if they wanna see this hot slut with the big tits get fucked by a big stud. They’re all nodding."Do you hafta be such a dick? Can’t you just-"My ex crudely rams his big cock. Me idhar udar logo ki baaten sunne me laga hua tha, kuch 10 hi minits hue honge ki me dekhta hu samne se ek lady bhaagte hue aa rahi he barish bht zoro ki ho rahi thi or wo lady hamare paas aai or tree ke anadar adjust hone ke liye mere just samne aakar khadi ho gai… or jese hi wo mere saamne aakar khade hui he unse ek bht hi madhosh kar dene waali khusbu aai jo ki unke pasine me mile hue unke perfume ki thi, mene jese hi unki khusbu feel karne ke liye gehri saans le mere pore sharir me ek nayi. " Can I drive?" she asked."Yeah, right," I scoffed. "I'll drive, you spot."One thing about the Impala, it was easy to spot, so once we left the first guy bogged down at a stop light the second car had no trouble picking us up again. And of course, seemingly everyone's favorite backup these days, the guy on the motorcycle, covered the interim. After a little more time, we confirmed there were actually two motorcycles; a guy in blue and white leathers on a crotch-rocket and a big,.