And without realizing it at first, Monica was jealous it wasn’t her that was going to be seeing Jenna after work. She had always thought of herself...as bisexual, but the reality was, except for some kissing and some petting during a college game of spin the bottle, Monica had never been with a girl. More and more now, even just for this one day and more often lately, Monica craved it. Craved sapphic satisfaction. And more now than anything, craved Jenna. She didn’t even realize she was. She almost dropped the scythe watching as the figure tried to suddenly lunge and wrench it from her grasp. “Uh, uh, uh, I don’t think so! So you expect me to believe that you are death? If I remember right you can take any life just by your touch.”Nodding slowly as the figure picked itself off the ground, it stated, “Under normal circumstances that would be true, but you hold the scythe. I demand you give it to me! I have to keep all the appointments that were made for today.”Still not truly. She let out a long low moan as I pushed my cock into the hilt and held it there savoring the amazing sensation. Her big round ass looked huge but firm and I held on to her hips as I began to fuck my cock in and out with long slow strokes. She was whimpering quietly as her pussy got wetter and wetter, my cock moving faster now as her pussy opened to me. Before long I was fucking her with firm hard strokes banging my cock off her soft ass every time I thrust into her. "Your pussy feels so good,". She was left alone for a couple of minutes. Both of the men who just used her moved away, but not so far that they couldn't enjoy her continued abuse.She wasn't alone for long. She was kneeling helplessly on the seats when she became aware of another man approaching her from behind. She felt him wiping her pussy with her skirt and then she felt a very large cock pushing into her rapidly. It was so large, so fat, that she felt her pussy being stretched painfully wide at first. The cock was so.