She smiled at me and asked, "Listen, why don't we get some air?"That was fine with me. I'm not a smoker and I was about to choke from the miasma in th... small bar. We pushed through the crowd toward the door. Just before we got there a man stepped out in front of us. "Where the fuck do you think you're going, bitch?" He was dressed in "logger chic" (striped hickory shirt and jeans with red suspenders) could barely stand up, he was so toasted. I tried to maneuver around him without making a scene. My angle wasn’t good, but I could see enough.She was on her back at the edge of the broad oak conference table, nylon-clad legs raised as her knees draped over his hips, skirt pulled up over her hips, panties dangling from one angle above her shiny black spike-heeled shoe. From where I was, I could see her up to just above her tits, which were exposed by her unbuttoned blouse and opened front-close bra, jiggling wildly on her chest as her partner plowed into her. I realized that her stockings. .Wo bahut khush ho rahi thi …Aur zor se siskariyan bhar rahi thi..Thoda dabane ke baad uske t-shirt maine nikal diya aur wo ek dum mere saamne black bra aur do boobs ke saamne khadi thi upparse baal khule..U can imagine kaisi lag rahi hogi mujhe toh swarg jaisa mehsoos hone laga..Maine phir uske bra ka hook nikal diya piche se phir uske boobs aage se latak gaye maine phir uska bra nikal diya aur uske nangi boobs ko dabane laga aur phir ek side ko pakad kr choosne laga..Wow…Kya mast feeling. The bastard then guessed my thoughts, whispering in my ear:“Oh, yes, babe… it’s time now to taste that sweet round firm ass”I started to struggle against him, knowing he would tear me up with such a huge thick cock in my tight asshole. But it was useless.That filthy bastard was stronger than me and he managed to hold me in that same position, bending over the sink.He kicked my feet apart and I braced myself, knowing the worst part was just beginning…I heard the man spitting onto my tight.