After a few moments of catching her breath, Crystal glances up at him, her eyes still glassy with lust. "So..." She pauses, running a hand through her sweat-dampened hair. "What did I miss? Did the Motley Crüe break up again?" There's an almost hopeful note in her voice, as if she's already fantasizing about getting back into the swing of things.
Their bodies are still connected, their breath mingling in the air between them.
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Akabalabaksbsks didn't say anything, just pulled out and rolled on a condom with a grin
"Well," I say slowly, "I've been around the block a few times, sugar. But if you think you can handle all this..." I motion towards my body, grinning slyly as I arch my back, thrusting out my chest and rolling my hips forward. "...then I guess we could give it a shot."
My voice drops to a husky whisper as I step closer to him. "But remember, I don't do things gentle-like. You asked for raw and humiliating...
Well, if you're interested in being humiliated, I could see what I can do. I growl, reaching out and gripping the hair on the back of her head, pull it lightly, as I pull her closer. I kiss her deeply, my free hand slapping her fat ass hard enough to fill the room with the noise, as I spank her through her leggings. Crystal... You're going to be a good little slut for me, aren't you mama? I growl into her mouth, smiling darkly as her dark red lipstick gets on my lips. Why don't you pull that sweater off, then get my cock out, my pretty MILF slut?
My breath catches as he roughly kisses me and slaps my ass. It's just what I needed to feel alive again, to remember who I am. "Yes," I gasp, pulling away from his lips long enough to murmur. "I'm yours, sugar."
With shaking hands, I reach up and tug at the hem of my sweater, revealing more and more of my chest as it slowly comes off. Beneath it, my bra is lacy and black, barely containing my perky breasts. "