We both stood up and I pulled the straps of her outfit over her shoulders. She took off her belt and kicked off her heels. I pulled the silky little g...rment down. I hungrily kissed her and kneaded her tits. I pushed her back to the sturdy, long oak coffee table in the center of the room. She sat down hard on it. I dropped to my knees and licked her pussy through her soaked black silk thong. Then I pushed it aside to look at her mound and sexy auburn bush.I pulled her ass right to the edge of. There is a mixture of drying and runny cum dripping down my face and in my hair. My arms are still tied to my waist. I have a big fat cock in my mouth and a psycho fucking me in the arse. Click, flash.. It must have been the thought of me gazing into the camera, but Cap guy is now fucking me like a jack hammer. He is swearing and slapping my arse violently. ?You fucking slut, you bitch. You like being my fuck toy? You like me fucking your arse? You fucking whore!?. My face contorts with the. The layers of the skirt part flare out and doesn't even pretend to hide my black stocking tops. In fact, it barely hides my ass! My stockings have a lacy band round the top, and are held tight by my black suspender belt. My high heels are cerise with a black ankle strap and open toes. I feel vulnerable, and I want to feel that way. "You look like a...common little whore." His words should make me cringe, they do in a way, but that was the response I wanted. "You look like you are going out, on. As she did so, her face glowed and her nipples strained against her blouse. Snapping out of my trance, I hurriedly dropped my pants and held my throbbing manhood against her sex, carefully running my bulbous, deep-red glans up and down her perineum and vaginal entrance. Linda rested her forehead against mine, sighing with pleasure. After a while she nodded. “Okay, I'm ready, let's fuck,” she said softly. I leaned back slightly, so we could both watch as I slid my cock into her. Exquisite.