I've trimmed to where it is one thin line of hair. I spread my legs a little for you & watch your eyes stare at my pussy. You can see that I'm wet but...when you try to touch me I stop you. I play with the head for a second and then we have to stop so we don't get caught. We pay our bill & leave. When we get to the car you unlock it & start to get in when you notice I get in the back. Your car is a Yukon with plenty of space. By the time you get in the back I've already pulled my dress off. I lay. Shouldn’t that have been buster? But the it hit me — it wasn’t a typo it was a nickname — Bust Her. It was a play on those enormous tits and the fact that she was one of the toughest chicks out there. She gave shoulder and hip checks that belonged in the NHL. I hoped that I could withstand her onslaught. After the match I waited outside. We didn’t have a chance to talk at all and all I had was a hope that she read my signals. I waited outside, fingering my cock. Once I was rock hard again my Mother slightly unrolled the condom and placed the tip over my bulbous glans and softly rolled the rest of the condom down my shaft., It was then that once again she took my fully erect cock and inserted in her mouth for her to suck on some more and once she was sure the entire condom had entered her mouth and her saliva had covered the entire condom she was happy to release me from her mouth and allow me to enter her vagina.I couldn’t help it, but as I placed my. “Ooh, you fucked Scáthnamhaid, naughty girl.”Greta glanced at Princess Ava eating pussy and being fucked by Master hard. “I... did.”“Naughty slave.” I licked my tongue. “I loved being fucked by a feyhound. It's so wild, isn't it?”“Yeah,” Greta answered then gasped as I buried my face between her thighs and lapped up her tart cream along with the feyhound's salty, woody treat.The delight melted on my tongue. I purred, my ears twitching, my tail swishing. I lapped my tongue through her folds, her.