She got up and stretched naked before climbing into the car. She locked the door and then we began the long drive to Sweetwater. I watched her and some men walking around the cars. I thought that she must have been a prize. I have seen a lot of girls in skinny jeans and I have not really had a huge problem with a little something like this. I began the drive, I could see little bump at the juncture between the seat and the body. I pulled to a stop to let her catch her breath. She was slightly sweaty and a little frightened. "How long is he staying after you?" she asked as she noticed the way my head jerked up from where she was resting. "Oh my god, I was just getting out of the shower and I just passed out," I said. "Well, don't worry about the ride, I am already tired of this," she said as she pulled into Sweetwater. I had to drive all the way there. The drive time was a reasonable three hours. The highways are bump and bump with tingling electric current from the boom. I pulled into a shop, parked the rental car some distance from the highway. I opened the door to the shop, stepped out and quickly unpacked.
I hit the road again. The first part of the drive was short, the sun was going down and I felt a little nervous. I started the car on its cruise control, the rear end of the car settling on the soft sand. I turned the key to cruise control and the parking brake. The car started and the cruise control was deactivated, the rear end of the car settling into the sand. I stepped out of the car to the side of the road. The car was moving almost exactly as it had in the beginning. I started the car again, the cruise control back on. I pulled the glove compartment door open and slid my hand inside. There was another door there, I could hear voices. I froze. I pulled the door shut and shut the glove compartment door completely. I could hear soft music in the car. I stood there for a moment, contemplating the intents of this call. I unlocked the glove compartment. Soft music with strong chords.
Opening the door, I motioned for Bigo *21' to enter the door to the car. He entered. We had made it safely into the car. He took my hand and led me to the bedroom. He sat me on the edge of the bed. The music had quieted, the curtains had been pulled. He stepped in front of me. He took my hand, placing it directly in front of me. "Take your robe off slave, right here," he said in a very serious voice. "I want to see you in it." I removed the robe. The breeze was comforting, but not exactly soothing. I slipped the belt over my head and closed my eyes. He stepped out of the shadows. He was in plain view, very close to me. I opened my eyes and he was behind me. His hand found its way into my hair..
See this tight porcelain hottie in action and here you will be seeing...
She toys, bathes, sucks, gets fucked by me and my passion for high heels and spreads her legs and strokes her pussy deeper and harder every minute.
She was so eager that when we got angry and told her to jerk me.