His eyes covered – other senses heightened – the intensity of the slippery warmth that enveloped him was overwhelming. He felt her hands pressed a...gainst his hips, and he moved his palms to her head, wrapping fingers in her silky hair, pulling back and forth. He felt his bulging cock touch the ridges on the roof of her warm mouth and then the smooth back of her throat. He fucked harder, desperately. All of a sudden – pulling away from him – she stopped, kissing the wet tip playfully. His heart. It’s a hot Michigan day, but on the trail, it is shaded and feels cooler. I have never been a great runner. My father would always say, “You're not suited for distance, Rachel, you're a speedrunner.” I enjoy running these wooded trails because I rarely see anyone out here, so I’m comfortable wearing just a sports bra and my sport shorts. My blue sport thong is saturated with sweat and has been riding up my ass all run. I should have gone with the spandex. Sweat beads down my neck to my breasts. She felt a body press up against hers and then he spoke, ‘Well, where did you spring from?’ His voice was rich and smooth and deep, it reminded her of the dark dangerous places, forbidden things. He had an accent. Was it Irish? Scottish? Fear trickled down her back like icy rain and she felt her knees almost buckle with terror. She couldn’t answer the question of course with his hand clamped securely over her mouth but he didn’t seem to expect an answer. ‘Now listen carefully angel, I want you. I let out a yelp like a puppy, and they all just chuckle some more. Dude then walks around to the middle of the table, then hops up on it, dangling his legs off to each side, ( it was only about 2' wide) with his dick and pubes right in my face. It was only then that I saw it. Still hanging soft, this was by far the biggest piece of meat I had ever seen---even in porn. I start to struggle a bit in the chains, but movement was only a couple of inches. He orders one of the Mexican guys to add a.