........ so fuck me up the ass." "Just please do it....do it......., shove it in my asshole and stop hurting me, please.......please......." And she s...bbed out loud, tears running from her eyes as she kept softly begging. "I'm a whore.....I'm a whore......fuck me......fuck my ass,....... please.....please just fuck me in the ass."They turned Michelle around and helped her kneel on the locker room bench. One of them moved in front of her to hold her up and began slapping her face with his cock. Seriously. I felt as if I constantly needed to manually close my jaw, it was so slack. ‘Well thank you!’ she said, not shying away from my gaze at all. Her comfort in this state was very appealing to me – she was comfortable in her skin, but it was more than that. She enjoyed being seen – not objectified, but rather, appreciated. A few seconds of observation on my part confirmed what I had suspected throughout our time together online: this woman knows who she is (and is happy with that. My other hand grasped her small waist and pulled her towards my erection. She jerked away but it was no use. I leaned into her, pinning her to the couch with my body. My cock was out and ready in moments. One hand still holding her head as I kissed her mouth, her ear, her neck. The other undid her jean shorts letting her small kicks ease the process of getting them off. I got her shorts and panties down to her knees before leaving them be. With the ease of experience, my cock lined up with her. One fine summer evening while my GF was at work I ran by and she was in her front yard watering her flowers. I said hello and stopped to chat. As she turned to greet me the spray from her hose went across my chest getting my already sweaty shirt even wetter. Of course she was very sorry and apologized. I said it was all right, but she insisted on getting a towel and drying me off. I didn't argue, having her towel me down sounded kind of fun. She invited me into the back yard and got a.