I had imagined him for some reason being black, but he was actually about six foot four, a hundred and fifty plus kilos, (which roughly means three hu...dred and thirty pounds) of pure redneck. He had beady eyes, a tattoo of a snake running all the way up his neck, and a nose that looked like it had been broken about fifty times.This in itself was curious, because how anyone could get up there was a mystery to me.While I was thinking this, I saw Ryan look heavenward and mouth, 'thank you.'He. ’ ‘You want me to go back there? Go all bank-bitch on him?’ He laughs. ‘Can’t hurt.’ I follow Frank’s shoulders out to the factory floor. I feel out of place walking past Frank’s guys in jeans and plaid shirts already covered in dust while I strut past in my white blouse and pencil skirt with three inch heels echoing off the concrete. Each of them eyes me up and down. Not a lot of women work here. It’s still a man’s world on this shop floor. Frank and I come up on three men at the back of the. She grunted and wrapped her legs around my waist, keeping her hands on the counter, she leaned back as much as she could. I gripped her hips even tighter, helping to steady her, then started to pound her pussy, but she didn’t miss a stroke. Almost immediately, she started bucking her pussy onto me. Within seconds, we were fucking each other hard, like long lost lovers that knew each other’s bodies perfectly. She was giving as hard as I was. She felt really good, but she was nowhere near as. Our tongues danced as my cock picked up speed in her pussy. In and out, in and out. It was now long and slow thrusts as I continued to make out with my cousin. I couldn’t believe I was finally doing the one thing I fantasized doing for almost ten years!She pulled her lips away from mine and whispered to me “I want you to fuck me with that big cock til I squeal, right now!” And with that, I started to fuck her really hard, my ball sack was slapping against her lips! “Ooooh, that feels so good…”.