She rests her head against the window, her gin-glazed eyes half watching the familiar yet night-changed streets pass like footage. Her breath has fogg...d a patch of glass where she draws a capital letter C with her forefinger. She closes her eyes. She is so very tired now. He parks the car in a tree-lined street outside a rambling Victorian villa. A hundred years ago this house stood on the edge of town surrounded by trees and fields. It was built as a home, one to house a well-to-do. Crazy sounds are leaving her mouth but I can’t tell what they are. But am getting bits and pieces of fuck my ass for me. I want my ass fucked good.She moves to the end of the bed and I stand up and put her legs up high and wide.I put my cock into her pussy. It is so tight, wet, and hot. We fuck slowly for a minute and then we start going faster and faster. Then she yells out fuck my ass for me. I pull out my cock and very easily push it into her ass. Just a little bit at first and stroke. I sent a hand down to her pussy, her juices slippery as I rubbed her clit and pushed my finger in and out of her. She moved her hips up and down appreciatively, allowing my cock to slide back and forth between her cheeks. I stood up straight and bent her over, legs together, until her arms rested on the supply table. She arched her back and her pussy glistened in what little light there was in the room. I moved into position behind her, grabbed my cock, and started rubbing the the head against. She screamed and yelled and jumped into my arms hugging me real tight. I was happy for her even though I wasn’t a fan, but I loved seeing her happy. When the celebration ended she looked into my eyes and gave me one big wet one on the mouth. After I came up for air she grabbed my prick letting me know what she wanted. We locked lips once more and we were down on the floor clawing and grabbing like wild a****ls in heat. She was on her back while she took my shirt off and unbuckled my belt. I.