Her arms stretched up holding onto the bar above her head. Her breasts were prominent in their glory, her nipples stiffening. I keep my ministrations...to her clit going, I slid a finger into her pussy, to three, she stiffened, riding down on my fingers – “Fuck me please, I have been abused in all my holes but now my pussy belongs only to you, please fuck me!” She pleaded. I ignored her, she must desire it more. I continued to administer to her pussy with my tongue. I sensed her orgasm. Val took this as a sign to start working on my clit even harder and as the walls contracted around her fingers, she began to slide them in and out of me.I wanted to scream, but my lungs were caught in the full body spasm and I couldn't breathe. I began to shake and curl as the orgasmic climax seemed to take over every single nerve ending and muscle in my body. Finally, after I thought I would pass out, my lungs gained some functionality back and I let a guttural moan that I didn't know was. It wasn't that big. It didn't cover up the front of her at all. And that's what she was looking at-at that moment.There was a black and ugly bruise on the top of her left breast. Another one was on the right side, at about the fifth rib. A big angry blotch of black was about six inches inside her left hip, and a bit downward.Honey was standing spread-legged. There were a number of small dark bruises on the inside pf both thighs. And way up, high in the crotch.Honey wailed, "What am I going to. Feeling him up against me only turned me on more; what started as a slow burn was already transforming into a hot, slick wetness. Leaning over the counter more, still singing low, he pushed his hips further into me, his hard cock trapped in his pants. He had previously pulled it up so his head peeked out of the waist band of his plaid lounge pants, his cock lined up with the crack of my ass. I moan, audibly, and he leads his hands up my body to my breasts. I continue gyrating my hips , yet he’s.