I could see his cock bulging in his jeans. I spread my legs wide apart, the seam of my jeans tight against my crotch, our eyes fixed on each other. I ...bit my lower lip and put my hand on my mound and started rubbing my pussy. I could not believe I was doing this but I could not stop I was so hot. I wanted to be ravished. He saw my hand and he started rubbing his bulging cock through his jeans. My flannel shirt was open, my nipples were hard. Without having to say a word we had become Caroline. I sucked him hard, then mounted him and fucked him. There were times when he seemed to want to fuck me dominantly, other times when he was gentle, and other times when he had me do all the work and he was passive. This time I took my time. I used long, even stokes, his cock sliding in and out, my pussy walls clenching him the entire way. He commented about what I was doing with my pussy and praised me. I glowed and clenched harder. He said that reminded him of other toys. He liked that feeling. He pulled away, kissed her nipple and stepped out of the way for the next guy. As soon as he stepped back, another hard cock was waiting to replace him. The guy in her pussy dumped his hot load deep in her, she just moaned as she felt his warm spunk shooting deep inside her. As he pulled out, an even bigger, thicker black cock was gliding in her. Again, this one buried balls deep as she raised her hips to meet his thrusts. This one was definitely hitting the spot as I could hear her breathing. She would have walked to town if a check of a map hadn’t told her it was at least two miles away. Walking in the dark, on a stormy night, in a place she didn’t know was her worse nightmare. Her tears began to fall harder and she wished the sun would come up. She must have dozed off because the next thing she knew there was a sign of the false dawn and a man was bending over her. Not that he did much to relieve her fear. He was tall and slender to the point of being more then a walking skeleton.