My hands are in your hair, my tongue is in your mouth, and my hot, wet pussy is grinding against your cock. You feel so damned good , so hard and slic... with my juices. I could take you inside me in half a second, fill myself with your hard shaft to the hilt and ride you until you scream. I have other plans, though. I grip your hair and pull your head back. My mouth kisses down your chin to the strong column of your neck, where my teeth score the skin and my tongue soothes the sting. I work my. White button-down cropped shirt, tied loosely under her full breasts, her entire firm, flat midriff showing between the shirt and her short, pleated plaid skirt that stopped high up her upper thigh, and knee socks that only came up just above her knees, leaving several inches of long, dark, sexy legs exposed. Her skirt was so short and she was so tall, her panties were easily visible: a lime green lacy thong which seemed to glow brightly against her dark-chocolate skin, illuminating her. A few years ago I was around 35 part of my job was working for a company that would buy old run down buildings close to town centres to operate as branch offices. Their business wasn't top class and done on the cheap but we were making money so didn't care. One property came up on the coast which was pretty remote and I met with the boss to agree what we would be doing. They already had a small office in the town which they had outgrown so he invited the manageress for her suggestions. The. The first kick landed just a bit off the center of my cunt, but the next hit full and bent me over a little in pain. Two more followed as Edna relished in the act of abusing her little whore. When she moved up next to me, "You like that don't you whore?" she asked, "Yes I fuckin' like it" I answered back and grabbing hold of my arms, Edna sent her knee into my already sore cunt with a heavy blow that I felt all through my entire body. The abuse continued as Joan now joined the act after sucking.