Can't get it up a'tall, poor fellow." Pity," I said, spreading her legs with my knee. "Damn shame."She put her hands behind my neck and pulled my face... to hers, my mouth to hers, and my rigid pole slipped into her effortlessly."Umm," she said quietly, "That feels good." She sucked in her breath and arched her back as it sank deeper.We began very slowly with long and deep thrusts that lifted her from the bed. She wrapped me up in her long legs and gasped out, "More, more, do it harder."I got up. The best choice was still getting off the street. Their SUV passed us quickly enough that they hadn't stopped at the scene of the shootout. That meant they saw us take off, and knew we were on foot. They would be circling a few blocks and I had to assume they would start checking alleyways after that.I pulled her along and we kept running. At the next street we looked both ways and, seeing the coast was clear, crossed the street and headed into the adjacent alleyway. At the end of that we ran. Then there started To and Fro motion… Simply unmatched feeling… A 1000 times better than what I felt while masturbating thru my own hands . I slowly closed my eyes and told her now its yours and joh karna h karo, But I also warned her that I m not a PORNSTAR so at least be careful not to swallow my balls and rather I m very sensitive to pain so dont even touch my balls.. she dint pay heeds to my words and was playing with my tools rubbing her hands to and fro…After some time their was a splash. “You don’t mean, strip-search, do you?” she questioned.Denim Vest guffawed. Then blinked rapidly, as though wondering if he hadn’t just stuck his foot in it. This time, he returned Beer Belly’s warning look. “Well, no,” he said slowly. “Not necessarily. Not if you agree to a thorough pat-down.”Beer Belly objected: “Mr. Schneider’s not gonna sanction that, Dave! Whatya doin’?”“They ain’t gettin’ inside without no pay-down,” Dave insisted. “That ain’t happenin’, Truck.”“Well, I ain’t doin’ it!”.