I was moaning right on the highway. Sohaillifted my hips, and placed his hands under my butts as he continued to work mycunt with his tongue. Now he w...as licking me and squeezing the cunt at the sametime. I was wary of vehicles travelling, but this pleasure was too much for meto ask him to stop. A couple of vehicles did pass, but they did not bother us.Sohail continued to give me the pleasure, and I never wanted him to stop. I wasbiting my lips to stop myself from moaning. He licked me for about. After some time, he pulled me toward him into his arms and we were smooching again. He held me tightly by his one hand over my back and with the other hand, he pulled off from my pantie and started playing with my ass.His dick was erected again and it was touching my lower stomach. Ummmmmmm… hmmm.. It was feeling so good to be in his arms over his body.Though this was not the time he was touching my body, he couldn’t resist exploring all of my body with his hands again. It was his skill with. ” He takes you by the hair and straddles your chest. You open your mouth and he rams his cock past your lips. Pumping hard he fucks your face roughly, his balls slapping your chin. Then he’s gone, pulled out. His hands roughly knead your tits, pushing you further back into the chair. Your hands are bound behind, but luckily not in pain. He pushes your legs apart, and then his fingers are in you. His lips find your clit. He flips your legs over his shoulders, his finger buzz-sawing in and out of. Since discovering pot, John had felt little urge to try other illicit drugs, and he drank little, bar the occasional beer down the pub. He considered himself blessed – at twenty-nine, he had found his niche and knew what he wanted from life. Not one of his friends could say that. Not that he saw many of them anymore. To most of them, he was just a pot-head, a loser with no life, no plan. He had a plan alright, he knew that this was what he wanted and how he wanted to live. He wasn’t merely.