Gripping my hair and chin, over and over he fucked my face down onto his cock until my throat opened up and accepted his length. I was so fucked up fr...om the fumes that I accepted his cock in my throat without much resistance now. I still choked and sputtered as he fucked into my throat, it was like an out of body experience as I felt him make me take him to the root over and over. He was abusive and cruel in his treatment, harshly and with no concern, he forced my mouth down. He fucked deep. And Mexico isn't in Texas.As far as latitude, it's about the same as Knoxville, Tennessee ... it has been known to snow like a motherfucker in Knoxville. Knoxville has the benefit of Gulf winds. It gets cold in Knoxville ... but it doesn't stay cold.Armadillo, on the other hand, has nothing between it and the North-pole except a barbed wire fence or two and some of those fences are down. Armadillo ... where diesel fuel gets so cold, it gels. When Amarillo gets cold, it stays cold.Llano Estacado. She could feel her body trembling as she awaited the next spank, but it didn’t come. She felt herself relaxing as she thought that maybe it was over, but then there was the soft “Whoosh” followed immediately by the loudest “Thwack!!!” yet. Despite her restraints, she nearly stood up in her bonds. Then she fell back writhing and screaming as the fire from her crotch spread over her whole body.She lay panting and groaning. She was trying to say, “Fuck me! Please fuck me!” but all that came out. Fuck. She watched her slink over to the bar as graceful as a gazelle, and Cris felt like a lion stalking its prey. It wasn’t often that Cris felt completely consumed by a woman she didn’t even know, hell it was actually never. But this woman had captivated her since she’d first come into The Playhouse the first Friday of September. It was now the end of October and she’d been there every Friday since.Cris watched as Rhonda, one of the bartenders, handed her what looked to be a martini. She.