He glanced around to see if anyone was looking. She didn’t give him an option and put his right hand to her pussy. The stranger hesitated a moment, ...hen Brenda urged him on. He began to curl his fingers, lightly touching her shaved pussy.“Harder please!” She asked. He put more pressure on his stroke. “My pussy is itchy on the inside too,” she smiled. She widened her stance, not caring if anyone was watching. His finger parted her lips and slid easily inside her moistened pussy. Several strokes. Max needed to set up damage control and deal with the remaining miners. For better or worse, he and Max were one and the same to those around him. While the guards had become lax, they were not incompetent. They could surely track down a lost hiker and dispose of the unfortunate soul on their own. There were times when he resented Max's character for holding him back, keeping him from the hunt where he could use his natural talents to their fullest.The guards were part of an elite group of men,. It's how we are, my best sex has always been up a back alley, or being forced against my will, a 'bit of rough' to make you feel like a female.I have been slapped on the face and had my bum 'skelped', like a naughty schoolgirl, while feeling his cock move around in my belly.I like a bit of v******e, what hot woman does not? Looking back in a mirror, after a bath, much later, and seeing a clear red hand-mark on my pink fleshy posterior and gently touching the warm raised flesh, is as good as. Billowing outwards like two super-soft pillows, I just wanted to bury myself in them! But I didn’t, not yet. First, I touched them lightly with the palms of my hands, one hand per cheek. Fat Bud moaned sensually as he appreciated my attentive touch. I moved my hands over his entire ass, moving over the tops of his asscheeks to the sides, then finally meeting in the middle. As I did this, I stared at the south end of his asscrack, knowing there was a tight hole somewhere deep in there waiting.