Strong arms slid under the brunette’s shoulders. She gasped in shock as she felt herself lifted an inch or so then flung to the side. She hit the sand hard enough to have some of the air knocked out of her. Before she could recover she found herself rolled onto her side and lifted again. But this time she was facing , not the blonde and the crowd but the stocky guy, one leg on either side of him. He smiled – he had planned this and it was working well.
Before she said anything he had silenced her with a kiss, and his arms slid round her waist and up to her shoulders pulling her closer to him till her breasts were pancaked agaisnt his chest. "Hey babe, brunette 2 blondes nill. You showed those women who was boss. You are one hot sexy bitch!" He ran his hands up and down her back. "Way to go! What a sexy hot thing that was to see And I just know you do other sexy hot things. He ran his hand down to her ass and squeezed it hard
The brunette felt the guys hands pulling her closer then his lips on hers . his tongue pushing her lips apart. his hands holindg her tightly. she gasped and his tongue shot inside her mouth. she tried to look at what was happening around her , wondering what had happened to the milf she had been working over just a moment ago. the guys tongue licked at hers.
Cunningly the guy let her go knowing that it was only his his arms around her that held her upright hoping that her instant reaction would be clutch him to avoid falling. He was right- the brunette gripped him , her arms roudn his waist. He kneaded her breasts and flicked his fingers over her nipples. Her already shallow fast breaths faltered "she’s panting now, she’ll be moaning soon," he smiled.
The brunette looked round, there behind her was her defeated enemy the mother. She was still on her knees, the sandy haired hunk was muttering something and stroking her breasts. While the brunette looked on the sandy haired guy stepped back a pace, the mild dropped to her hands and knees. She spread her knees out. The brunette smirked, looking straight at her older rival who dropped her eyes, unable to meet the brunette’s gaze
The brunette gloated, she knew the older woman was no match, she knew the older woman was about to be taken and fucked hard. She bit her tongue to stop giggling at the thought. But then she gasped, the stocky man had pushed her back a few inches. Again she needed to hold onto him tightly to stop from falling.
The stocky guy smiled as he slipped his fingers down from the brunette’s tits, down the curve of her plump belly and down to her pussy. he kissed her hard on the lips as he stroked her, knowing if the brunette tried to force his hands away she would fall off knowing too that the brunette would have to break the kiss to ask him to stop, sure that the brunette was too proud, too concerned to be seen as Queen bitch to do either.
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