I knew her intentions, just as well as I knew that, had I not been in such a long dry spell, I likely wouldn't have noticed this at all. She was an attractive girl, probably well accustomed to using her looks to get what she wanted. When all she wanted amounted to petty high school concerns, it probably worked out quite well for her. "Please don't tell me you're not insured." "No, I am. It's just that, well, if I get in another accident, my parents are going to take my truck away from me. Maybe," she cooed sweetly, "there's something else I could do for you? You think I'm pretty, don't you?" She bit her lip, tugging at the center of her top. Her fuck-me eyes were probably the envy of every boy in her class, and I found myself quite pleased to be on the missionary receiving end of them. "Shit, I'm probably your dad's age, you can't be doing this. How old are you even?" I knew my voice lacked any conviction. I knew she heard it, too. "I'm eighteen, and I don't mind. Maybe we could find somewhere private and I could give you a little show? I know you want to see my shaved pussy, don't you? Wanna watch my tits bounce while I dance for you, huh?" I did. I very much wanted to get this girl naked. She was staring intently at my crotch, watching it bulge as my erection grew stronger. She took one of my hands in hers, placing it upon the soft warmth of her breast. I hefted it in my hand, testing its weight, feeling her heartbeat quicken beneath the fleshy mound. Slowly, I trailed my hand down her taut stomach, over her well-pronounced hips, letting my fingers graze the thin fabric covering her pussy. "What else are you going to do for me, huh?" Again, I could tell I had crossed Hardcore a line with her, as she pulled back pornstars from me, turning her body sideways away from me. "I-I thought that would be enough. I'm not a whore." I knew that I should just get her information and let her (MAKE HER) drive away, but I was taken aback by her rebuke. "That's at least $1000 worth of damage right there, and you thought I'd let it slide for a little strip-tease, is that it?" My question had been logical, but my tone hostile, putting her defense back up. "I saw you looking. Don't lie to me, I know what you want. I see the way you look blowjob at me, like all those other dirty old men. Always staring at my ass, trying to see down my shirt. You think that because I hit your car that means you get to fuck me?" She was right. She was completely right. I did want a piece of her, and had her offer been something doggy style more participatory, rather than just voyeuristic, I probably threesome would have let the accident go. Our conversation had reached a tipping point. As much as I may desire the blonde beauty, I knew I couldn't stand here in front of my house trying to negotiate sex from her. "You're right. “After all it doesn’t hide anything.” Somehow doggy style he rode out a bodily spasm and did not feel the familiar sensation pornstars of ejacluation occurring. She trembled on the bed, her eyes blowjob fluttering. My pussy clenched so hard, forcing out more of my juices to flood down my thighs. She quivered and grabbed onto me a few times as I ran my fingers between her pussy lips touching her ever so delicately. Eventually I reached over and grabbed her ankles. There was a malicious joy on her lips. When I reached the top, I pulled the foreskin back to expose the head, opened my mouth and took it inside, sucking on the head, swirling my tongue over it. I gave her a hug and kissed her on the head. Have you seen the way he looks at you? Dislike? *So in Spicy Story, each story is a segment, following an intro. The young college girl was in complete sexual overload, riding the boy of her dreams like there was no tomorrow. My eyes traveled down my neck to my shoulders, my skin smooth and pale. The shadow of the massive seven foot Rhyhorn fell over them as she cracked her knuckles. Her hips wiggled. His cum fired into her cunt, inspired by the antics of their newest Goddess. "Well? He slowly opened the door into the house calling quietly hoping there is no dog. She was squeezing her tits with both missionary hands, sending milk squirting from her nipples with incredible volume and distance. “Mmm, you don't know what you've done,” she said. I am sure she could feel the same thing on the pair I gave her. Finally he had all he wanted and reared up on me.. Fallon’s hand started to pick up speed, her grip firmly established around his shaft, her thumb caressing his cockhead at the top of each stroke. They tied her hands behind her back and her legs together. Chapter Seven: The Payment Amber wasn't a cheerleader, she played sports and was a dancer in high school, while I was in honor society clubs for different subjects. He knew they'd been on long enough that it was going to be Hardcore a rush for her to take them off so he had an idea. It was the most special perfect content feeling ever. She got aroused to see her face in his eyes and when he opened his mouth a little, Anju slipped her hot tongue deep inside his mouth. He pumped my cock in and out of his mouth until I told threesome him to bend over the island and rammed my cock into him with one hard shove. When I was in high school I went to spend the summer with my mom who lived a Oklahoma. Her mouth was open, she gasped and her eyes looked like they would pop out of their sockets.