Two bottles had disappeared at our sitting, it was more than you normally drank, I guess you were anxious, thirsty or maybe a mix of the two. You went...to the bathroom after to apply makeup. You were a little tipsy. Before long, you had dropped a make up case. The loud sound made me check in on you. I can tell you were flustered. I sat on the toilet while I repaired your case. I got done quickly and mended it well. I was caressing my favorite part of you, where your leg and thigh meet. It was. Not too low though, or it would tickle. Kissing her shoulders was okay, but the spot just under her ears on her neck was clutch. This went on for a good twenty minutes back and forth until we were so turned on neither of us could hardly stand it. “New lesson,” I said as I decided that that was enough foreplay. “You’re going to sit on my face!” I lay on my back and instructed her to come up and straddle my head. It was a bit clumsy as we found the best spots for her legs, but after a moment, her. He looked at her. ‘I’m dying. How about one on the house?’ He said as he looked at her. She pulled her tube top down, exposing her 36D tits. ‘Sorry sugar. No freebies. My pimp will take it out on me.’ She said. He looked at her and instantly felt more sorry for her than for him. ‘Well, tell you’re pimp I just drove off, pushed you out of the car or something.’ He said, trying to get something for free. ‘Not gonna happen. Either you pay me, or I’m out of here. And when he hears what you said to. It looked dead, but she didn't care and kept on pushing torturing her pussy to deliver its broad shoulders with a ragged cry. The twisted freak spilled from her body with a messy slurp, a deluge of milky fluid following it. She collapsed to the ground with a sigh of relief, everything hurt after her ordeal, but it didn't matter. Her stomach was flat once more, her pussy was gaping, but the pink hole was flexing closed after evicting her stillborn child, it was over. Then tiny hands slapped.