Her hips weren’t as wide as some – she’d had me by cesarean – and her legs looked good. At five-seven she was three inches shorter than me, as...long as she wasn’t in heels.I think she had a sex life, though she kept it well hidden. I sometimes heard her using a vibrator in her room. She went out two or three time a month and came back late. Always alone, she never brought a man back home that I saw. She never talked much about what she got up to on her nights out, ‘I met up with some friends,’. He fucked hard and pulled my legs for leverage. I tried to hold my tits in place, but at some point I gave up and they began to fly with every pounding. He rotated me on my side with the use of my legs and kept fucking. He rotated me onto my other side and grabbed my tit hard and I let out a yelp of pain as he used it alone to pull me all the way onto his cock. When he pulled me back on my back and started fucking me I could feel a difference in his cock. Dont ask me how. My pussy was numb. He. He could tell she was close to cumming again already! “Uhn! Uhn! Unh! UNH! UNH! OHHH! OHHH!” she moaned, feeling the orgasm rising inside her again. Her body began convulsing with each thrust into her tight cunt. “Ohhh! Ohhh nossa! Ah, Yes! Yes, h…harder! P… please fuck me, harder!!” she heard herself call out as she climaxed hard. Her juices poured over his cock, mingling with the water that continued to flow over their bodies. She thrashed her body uncontrollably until Steve grabbed her. "Dayumn," whispered the reporter. "Not her fault," she told the cameraman. "No woman can resist the Baron." This woman can," said a voice behind the reporter.The reporter turned to see the stunning big breasted red head stroll into the room. "Bettikinetic!"Betty smiled. She took the cigar out of her mouth with one hand, wrapped her other hand around the reporter's back, pulling the reporter's body into Betty's and kissing her deeply. The attractive reporter felt the sizable bulge beneath.