She just wanted to get home and… “Fuck me, damn it!”
The boy grinned wickedly. “Your asshole is so nice and tight and hot! He fucked his prick up
her pussy as easily as if he were zipping up his pants. Ooohhh!”
Mark rammed his cock in her spasming pussy-hole until she
squealed. He stood a full head taller than she was. Mark fucked hard, ramming his fucker up her rotating ass,
smacking his belly against her ass with a quick, intense rhythm. Her ass wiggled in tight little
circles, devouring the boy’s cock again and again. “Quit teasing,” she whimpered. She was almost to the door when she heard splashing and some
muffled squeaking. She lingered for a few moments, having a hard time
tearing her eyes away. The raindrops refracted the glow from lights
momentarily, then were swept aside by the rhythmically swishing
wipers. Shoot it!”
“Fuck youuuu!” the boy grunted. I can’t stand being around this place when Hilda
starts her evening bitching. Either somebody had left on the over
head lights in the hot-tub room or somebody was in there now. Mark fucked his cock in to the hilt, his eyes showing only
their whites. The girl jerked as if she’d been shot.
