He thrusted, again and again, squeezing Alysia's breasts harder. He could go faster but did not, apparently savoring every sensation. The man holding down her legs made a sound halfway between a growl and a groan.<br/><br/>"I'm getting tired of waiting," he complained. "She's obviously not going anywhere."<br/><br/>"What are you doing?!?" the man holding down her hands exclaimed.<br/><br/>"Hey don't worry, it's not like she can move much..."<br/><br/>Alysia was not in much of a position to see much past the man astride her, but she could hear the sound of clothes dropping and legs shuffling. A distinctly hard and phallic sensation pressed up against her pussy, which was being violated by another man not too long ago. And like Carl's it was raw and uncovered, no plastic sheen indicating protection was being used. He thrusted inside, stayed there for several seconds, soaking in the palpable squeezing motion of her vagina before pulling out partway. He was big, but not overly so, more length than girth which allowed him to penetrate deeply without being too painful. The van's interior was filled with the sounds of hard male muscle colliding against soft female flesh, the scent of their sweat (and her own) palpable.<br/><br/>"Hey, as long as you have her pinned," the man titfucking her said. "Just don't touch or cum on me or else you'll get a faceful of fives!"<br/><br/>"Shut your mouth and finish up, it won't be long before the van pulls in."