. Oh, yes! Oh, my god, this cock!”Right there on the quiet, residential street, I pumped my hips. I drove my girl-dick in and out of her cunt. I shu...ddered, the pleasure flooding through my body. It was incredible being in her. I shuddered, reveling in the feel of her hot grip around my dick. The pleasure shot through me. It rippled down my shaft, making me ache and tremble. My eyes rolled back into my head as I pumped away so hard. I worked my girl-dick in and out of her MILF snatch.So tight.. Deep inside. Pain was everywhere.Men were yelling at her.The cold beer drained down her face.Tyrone grabbed her head and shook her. Get back here. Another bottle of beer was dumped over her head.The beer mixed with the cum and urine giving off that putrid smell of a dirty washroom.The dark room. Terrible smells. Driving pain inside. Screaming noises. The cold on her face. Every sense, sight, hearing, touch, feeling was being assaulted. Her mind could not processit all. Here, have a. “I think you are seeing things. Marge might see a chance to build a criminal enterprise here. Which is the most likely scenario. There would be no reason to squeeze her. She is not involved in anything, but baking regular cookies now. Until she actually handles the stuff, there is nothing she can testify about.Even that redneck Sheriff knows that,” Tommy said.“Yeah that makes sense. She has no reason to flip and nothing to tell them if she did,” I agreed. “You are always the voice of. All-day long Scarlett saturated my thoughts, little else able to distract me. Images of her pleasured face filling my vision, the memory of her moaning stuck in my ear. Curious if she still felt me between her legs like I'd intended.When there was a knock at my door, I startled. It was too early for Scarlett to be up, but I rushed to answer it anyway. Freezing on the spot.Brian, my brother, stood on the other side. His eyes were big, lips pressed together. “What are you doing here?” I.