I knew my days in her household were numbered when Mister Juan Escobar showed up with his big hairy cock and attitude that had her down on all fours l...ke a well-trained bitch in heat and waiting for his pleasure like a submissive “take it up the ass” girl with no hesitation to get down on all fours and doing what came naturally.I figured out the handwriting on the wall when Mister “big cock” Juan walked me out to a deserted junkyard and turned me over to a guy with no teeth and precious little. I am just about to sleep later and suddenly I heard my bell rang. I expected it to be her and just taken out my vest and gone to open the door with the small boxer am wearing.I am correct and its she, I acted surprise and invited her in. I asked her if she is ok with me in continuing with the shorts or I need to change, for which she replied its ok, without any hesitation and with a naughty smile.She just started some stupid conversation and I caught her killer looks at my hairy chest and the. "I think you'd better sit down for a couple of minutes." Yes, I think so too. Could you pour me another Presecco, please?" Sure". She emptied the bottle into our two flutes, then slid back to resume her posture on the sun bed. This time with her legs opened wide."Out of 10?"I pretended to contemplate the mind-boggling sexual experience we'd just shared. "Of, I don't know: perhaps 37?"She roared with laughter, spilling the rest of her drink over her tits. "Yeah, I'd probably give it 25 or even. I bounce up and down and he meets me with thrusts of his own. We lock eyes as he drills me. My tits bounce between us, and every so often, Mr. Grant leans over and nibbles them. He unexpectedly stands up, but keeps his tight grip around my thighs. He is fucking me while standing up, while holding me and grinding my pussy against his dick. My legs start to tingle. It's a euphoric sensation, to be crazily fucked when you feel as if you have no control. As he rams me, I feel myself getting closer.