His length was adequate. I could definitely work with this. His thrusts had me catching my breath. On more than one occasion the top of my head came i... contact with the wall. My pussy wrapped tightly around his cock. Had I of been anywhere else, not getting the shit fucked out of me, I would have definitely complained. The “burn” alone, was something to wince at. I knew after we were done, a cool pat down would be required. My shoes slide on the floor, his knees came into contact with the wall. As she rounded a turn I read the name on the back of her shirt — …busther. What? A typo on the jersey. 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. I feel her thighs jiggling in my hands, and her pussy convulsing inside my mouth as she cums on my face just as hard as she did in the hall. A wall of juices flows into my mouth so quickly I’m barely able to swallow any before I have to pull away to catch my breath. She moans and whimpers as her orgasm rushes over her, and she feels my mouth again sucking her pussy to get all the juice. She reaches down and pulls on my hair as I push my tongue deep inside her, trying to lick at her G-spot. I. Outside sound was immediately blocked by the heavy ear pads as he admired the low cut of the young woman’s dress and the fact she wore no bra. Next he heard a small hiss and noticed the woman leaning over a piece of electronic equipment sitting on a small cart off to the side. A female voice cut in and started counting down from thirty as Mr. Lewis admired the generous view he was given as the young woman fumbled with a ballpoint pen, dropping it beside the cart and stooping to pick it up. When.