Now he was in and out with ease. After about five minutes my pussy was soaking wet. Ahhhh&hellip,To-T-TONY! Fuucckk&hellip,&hellip,Meeeee! AHHHHHHHHH... he had screaming now was taking deep even strokes with some speed. He was literally beating the pussy up. His balls smacked my ass every stroke. He lifted one leg on his shoulder and beat it up that way. I started trembling again and Tony couldnt care. I was scared to cum so I held back. I started contracting my pussy muscles on accident. Fuck,. “Think of something hot and juicy, and I don’t mean food or gossip,” she said, and turned to enter a room. I knew it was her bedroom, I could see a white bed and part of a big mirror. She had her white silk blouse off one shoulder as she went in. I saw her kick at the door with her stocking covered heel. The door didn’t close and I almost went over to look out the kitchen window. I couldn’t though.I could still see most of the white bedspread and half the mirror. There was another mirror across. She didn't want him to see her cry, so she got up off the cheap, wooden chair in front of the bed and went into her bathroom, slamming the door behind her. Her upper thighs were still slick and her body was telling her brain it needed to cum again. But her brain wasn't having it. She turned on the shower and escaped into the stall, her palms planted against the wall as she lowered her head into the spray. Wet hair hung down around her face like tendrils of midnight. Tears forced their way past. I pulled my middle finger out of Becky’s pussy, getting a disappointed sounding moan from her, but I only did that so I could get my ring finger inside her and coat it with her slick juices. I repeated the slow insertion and the gentle fucking motions with that finger for a while before I started to add my middle finger. As the two fingers started going inside her, Becky groaned even louder and reached behind her to spread her ass cheeks with her hands.“Oh, Gawd, John,” she grunted as my.