He couldn't name exactly what seemed off, but something here was just... not right.As he contemplated, there was a sudden thump on the back of his fee.... Normally, he might've been able to stand his ground, but today he was distracted and caught off guard. Marco's feet flew forward, and the rest of his body hit the ground.Lying on his back, he was about to get up, but a split second later, there was something heavy suddenly pressing down on his head, keeping him on the ground.Whatever it was, it. Not this time. Sophia came ready to fuck and climbed on top of me. There wasn't gonna be any massage today! She had her right tit in her right hand and rubbed it all over my back and slid her way down, alternating her left and right tits all the way down my back, my ass, and the backs of my legs. She reversed her position and "face sat" the BACK of my head while she was grabbing and spanking my ass. WTF??? Clearly, I was along for a ride that I had never been on but...what the hell? She wasn't. I nodded feeling sheepish and odd. I remember what she wore that day. A pink round necked T-shirt and a pair of faded Denims. Her cheeks were flushed and matched well with her top. Still smiling she stood up in front of me. My poor heart was galloping. I was going to have a direct view inches away from my face! Time stopped as she unhooked the front of her jeans. The zip flew down expertly in a flash and while panties with little flowers showed up in the ‘V’. Then in a magic moment as my whole. .. it’s just a fuck up! There’s no getting around it. Trump ruined everything!”Coldly turning her back on him, she crossed her arms and stood straight. “You fucked up, Bill; it was you and your bimbos. Why can’t you keep it in your pants? It’s all the Republicans talked about for a freaking year!“Bimbos! Bimbos! Bimbos! I could kill those women. It’s their fault! They sat in the front row like Cheshire Cats during the debate! I hate them!” She raised her hand, balled it into a fist, and waving.