Not sure if she feels any relief from her emotions, Laura puts herself in order. Exiting the stall she brushes her thick hair, redoes her lipstick and...gives her bosom an adjust. Looking at herself appreciatively in the mirror, Laura says to her reflection, ‘Slut, where did you come from?’ The rest of the night is spent mostly on the dance floor. Laura dances with an energy and movements that surprise her friends. After a work week and a night of drinks and dancing her friends are exhausted but. " Ha! Like you ever take anyone's orders but your own," she spat.In another minute he'd be able to see how wet her pussy was threatening to become. The hand resting over his crotch gave his package a lazy squeeze. Her eyes drifted toward his hand despite her knowing how easily he could follow her gaze. She could feel curiosity prickling over the surface of her dusky skin."Know what I think?" he asked, openly staring at her pussy.She let her raised thigh lean out to the side, revealing more of. To instead allow him to take joy out of my walk of exhibitionist shame. Fifteen yards of my tits swaying freely, of my black hair flowing in the wind, of my ass in full view, and my dutiful trimmed pubic mound.Despite the scalding hot asphalt, my mind ignores my feet, instead pushing on, carrying me ever closer to my goal.Women are hissing, and men are gawking as more and more notice the spectacle only just beginning. "What is that crazy woman thinking?", they musty be asking.Only three yards. In seconds it seemed I was fully hard and Amber was trying harder and harder with every stroke of my dick that passed her lips to put it deeper into her throattought following the lead of the woman on the video. She began to choke and sat up saying she was sorry she couldn't do it, I told her it's fine it would be years before she would be able to deep throat. With my dick hard as steel and covered in spit now, I told Amber to lay back on the couch, I put my legs on either.