It was black with white socks, and was sleeping standing up. Raza saw a bench nearby and knew what she was going to do. Sex And foreign to Raza was the concept of rejection– her pick-up strategy consisted of sliding her hand down a stranger’s pants and stroking his cock until he took her somewhere “private” (e.g. She looked over at her coworker who, mouth agape, was already pulling over and fumbling for his belt, interpreting this as a sexual gesture towards himself. Raza was getting very skilled at guessing the length of a man’s penis just by watching how he walked, how he acted in public. It was easily a foot before she started, but it was steadily growing now, making her more wet and horny with each extra inch of cock. It had to have been at least a foot flaccid, and the horse was standing perfectly still, allowing its cock to waver slightly in the breeze. She parked the pick-up haphazardly at the side of the road and jumped out, leaving the keys in the ignition and the door open. She got up and viciously ripped her tattered shirt in half, completely exposing her breasts to the beast. And it meant the inside of her sexy mouth got painted with more cum, so all was not lost.
