"Yeah baby, you've done this before, haven't you? You nasty little cunt-sucking slut. Oooh, yeah, just like that! Suck it!"
A stream of dirty talk greets your ears. You see Anna leaning against the wall in a rapture, kneeling on the floor between her obscenely parted legs. Anna has her hands entwined in 's thick, lustrous hair, pressing her face into her pussy. 's hands push against Anna's creamy thighs in a futile attempt to free herself, but Anna's strength and experience wins out.
"Mmmmph!" 's protests are muffled in the folds of of Anna's dripping snatch. With her mouth clamped firmly on Anna's nether lips, and her nose buried in her flaming red bush, looks terrified that she might suffocate. You can see her jaws and tongue working reluctantly to earn her release. You can hear the slurping of wet flesh on flesh.
"Oh yeah, I like it when you scream. It sends shivers up and down my clit!" Anna ruts against 's face, leaving wet streaks of girlcum mingled with the layer of semen drying on her face.
"Come on, girl, you can do better than that. Stick your tongue in there. Yeah! Deeper!" Anna throws her head back in the throes of ecstacy. doubles her pace, working furiously to escape her bondage. Her hands stop pressing against Anna's thighs, and instead curve around her beautiful ass in an attempt increase her leverage and bring Anna off quicker.
"Mmmmm?" queries .
"Mmmmmmmmm!" responds Anna lustfully. Her moans leak from between her tightly pressed ruby lips. They get longer and longer, until Anna falls silent, her face frozen in mask of pleasure. Her eyes are closed tight, her mouth gaping open in a perfect 'O'. The wet slurping sounds gets a notch louder as Anna floods 's massaging mouth with her juices. The rhythmic squishing pierces the silence until it too slows down and fades away.
Anna releases her grip on and she slowly pulls away. She slumps on the restroom floor, exhausted. Her defiled clothes are still a mess, and her face now bears the glistening remnants of both a man's and a woman's climax.
Anna pulls her miniskirt down a few inches, returning it to its original, barely decent position. She meets your gaze with a knowing smirk, and heads towards you and the exit. Meanwhile, looks up at you, dazed, wondering whether her torment is over. |