Fucking in the back seat of a moving car was not conducive to any style or finesse. Instead, this was urgent; each bump the car ran over added to the ...randomness of each thrust. Her feisty nature only added to the chaos in trying to saw my cock in and out of her wet hole. Clasping her firmly, I squeezed my hands over her pert breasts. Once when I scissored her nipples between by fingers was I able to tame her enough to cannon my hard cock into her with any force. “Yes, Yes!” I felt her wetten. The next thing I know is tension against my hole. 'Gonna fuck your pussy good,' Said Jackal, as I was given a lovely reprieve of licking and sucking Timber's salty tasting balls. The head of Jackal's cock was thrust right in. I moaned like a little slut at this, arching my back for more. 'Oh, thank you Daddy!' I cried. With my mouth open, Timber stuffed his cock back in. I was truly lost, being bulldozed at either end, the sensations of a thick cock slamming into me and my mouth subdued by a. We dressed quickly, me in my jeans and t-shirt, Aurora in her skirt and blouse. I sighed when her thong slid up her thighs and covered her delicious pussy. I'd enjoyed that hole twice. I needed to try out her ass next. She was my slut, my slave, and I knew she'd let me fuck any of her holes. I pulled on my boxers, jeans, and my t-shirt. Dressed, I opened the door.President Brooks stood before the bathroom door, his fist descending to rap it once again, his bony, fleshless face mottled with. Normal people don't do this. I stood up,ignoring the tightness of the dress hugging every curve and reachedbehind myself. After quite the struggle, I unzipped the zipper andwriggled out of the little number, trying to ignore the sexy pair of legsthat squeezed out of it.I stepped back over to the dresser and paused. Rationalizing that as longall that clothing was organized as it was, I may as well keep everythingtogether. I laid the dress back in the second drawer.I looked down at my body in the.