I jolted upright, my heart blasting against my breastbone. She was leaning against my driver’s side door, a pair of hazel eyes staring amusedly, and a pair of pale tits barely concealed by a generous neckline. “Nice cheekbones!” I stammered, my malfunctioning brain projecting the observation. “Thanks, Sugar.” The woman winked, long lashes closing over her smirking eye. Holy shit, she was hot. No one would ever look at this brunette and say she was ‘beautiful,’ though she certainly was, but her posture, expression and attitude created an aura of sex so vulgar, that she could only be described as ‘hot.’ “Do you know how to get to I-80 from here?” I asked, realizing as I spoke that I was yelling each word. “I can get you to where you need to go, if you give me a ride.” The woman grinned, displaying sparkling white teeth beneath lush, red lips. Oh, those lips had been in some naughty, naughty places, I could tell just by the evil quirk of her smile. There was a promise in her hazel eyes, a promise I knew she’d keep if I let her in, but I couldn’t. Mom had just gotten out of rehab again, and I needed to pick her up. If I abandoned her for my own desires, then I was no better than her, and I’d sworn I’d never be like her. “I need to get to I-80.” I reaffirmed, more to myself than the woman. “No, you don’t.” The brunette’s grin broadened. “Excuse me?” I said, taken aback. “Your Mom’s not waiting Celebrities for you outside of Better Lives Rehabilitation Center.” The woman chuckled, then glanced down the highway, “She’s waiting for you there.” I gawked wordlessly at the woman, then followed her gaze, and looked through my windshield. The highway lead down an immense decline that narrowed to the horizon, and the horizon was on fire. The sky indian was a great ceiling of rock, the clouds were black fumes spewed from calderas, and the landscape was a treachery of jagged peaks and sheer cliffs. All around the brimstone ground, naked bodies bathed in red light were writhing together in a horrific orgy, the debauchery stretching as far as the eye could see. The cracks of whips, the clanking of chains, the slaps of flesh and the rub of leather all created a terrible percussion beneath the droning symphony of screams and wails. And though the tones of the damned were agonized, they were also dripping with some terrible euphoria, some pleasure too great for mere vocal cords to amateur exalt. That truck killed me, didn’t it? strong arm under her body to shove her bound forearms towards her head. As I furiously pumped his big thick cock, spurts of boy juice continued to forcefully shoot from the tip. I shuddered, clinging to him. Standing behind her I took a last look of her huge, dark ass cheeks glistening with sweat while her thighs were streaked with her whitish juice that Celebrities had slithered down from her cunt. I obediently flicked the tip of my tongue out, finding the center of Lexi’s tightly clenched anus and rapidly working my oral digit against the wrinkled pink flesh. There were bookshelves. I gathered up my wife's sweet pussy juices and the salty taste of the futa's delicious cum. She was wearing a white sweat suit. Each ring spun in a different direction, leaving a streak of bluish energy in its wake. “If I send you a message, I expect you to respond within one hour…my message may be anything, if I give you sexual instructions, I expect it to be followed, without hesitation, enthusiastically…and documented…are you ready for this?” Get off me, please!... I replied “Since I have the only cum in the house, indian maybe I can give you some from time to time if you’re good. I look good dressed like amateur that and I know it will give Mark a hard on as soon as he sees me.