My arms piston the red dick in and out of you, even as it dawns that you are pleading for me to stop. ‘Well, she wouldn’t’ I tell myself and readjust myself so I can maintain the thrusting. Every time you squirm or gasp from a thrust, I repeat it just that way. I watch you get limper and limper, and your juices get thicker and thicker. Can anything be finer than watching a whore get her just desserts?
“Vanessa, just remember all your bold talk about fucking me raw. I certainly remember it. If you hadn’t cheated, I might be merciful, but I have to teach trash like you your lesson.” Perhaps I am being unchristian, but she publicly humiliated me at this place twice. She embarrassed me and loved it! Getting tired, as your slime starts to congeal, and your moans turn to groans (or the other way around), I slack off on the prick pumping and push myself upward, till I can flop atop your body.
“You have way too many hairs down here” I smirk, as I tweak out a few pubes and dribble them on your twitching carcass. Leaving the cock sticking out a few inches, I warm to my bush pulling, your head flopping up and down, and you shouting. No need to get all this fucking forest, it will look just as fine if I leave it randomly ruined. I push myself upright and off the bed and fluff my proud bush, and brush my hair. “Time to call our little Maria for some pictures. I can’t wait to show my hubby. You just stay there as I freshen up”. Dialing up our ‘missy’, I then turn dismissively to you and pat your haunch before I amble to my bathroom to make sure I look put together.