She gazed reverently at the beautiful leaking slit, and bent down to give it a light lick. His masculine scent made her light-headed, and she took his...head in her mouth.He gasped at the sensation, but stopped himself from thrusting into her mouth. The velvety texture of his foreskin combined with the slightly bitter taste of the precum made her want to take him all the way in, but her inexperience dictated that she take it slow.Her hand took hold of the base of his cock, and her tongue swirled. I struggled. I could smell the strong aroma of her fucked pussy. I tried to resist by challenging her reason: “Did he slap you here, too?”But it backfired. It backfired hard. Her eyes were bursting flame. Her current anger has merged with her anger accumulated for years as I denied licking her pussy. At this point she has become merciless against me. She wanted to hurt me with her words.“No!” she said, “He didn’t slap. But he fucked me. He fucked me so hard with…” At this point she froze for a. " Martysputtered, his contralto voice sounding sexy and alluring.The woman stared sternly at them. "There is no toplesssunbathing in my park," she repeated.Marty looked down, at the huge boobs on his chest, at theflatness in his woman's bikini bottom, at his slender waist. Openmouthed, nearly in shock, he finally looked back up at the woman,who by now had crossed her arms and was frowning. "But we'renot girls."The woman looked at them knowingly. "And you don't havepasses, either, do you?" Marty. It was a little past midnight. He’d handed Alex his keys saying he’d take Ash’s car and telling Alex to bring Zara home. Alex had spent the past hour searching for her. When he finallly did find her, he saw that she was drunk, disgustingly drunk. She’d been dancing, but there was something wrong. She hadn’t seemed to be enjoying it. Nonetheless, she’d looked hot, with sweat gleaming on her body and her clothes sticking to her. It was only as he caught a glimpse of her eyes when she stumbled.