Karen was going to be very late for work, or not make it at all. Either way, she didn't care, her hand was under her skirt, rubbing her pussy through her soaked panties. The guy in the next lane had a birds eye view, his truck higher then her car. Her skirt hiked up, showing her creamy, taut thighs. Cumming, her fingers pressing, rubbing, but not being enough, she needed more, so much more. She balled up her panties and pulled hard, soft cotton burned on her clit as she kept on pulling. She squirted, drops landing on her thighs. Her neighbor was stroking himself fast, they never saw the light had changed from red to green.
More...More...More!!!!!!!!!!! Driving fast, panties shoved to the side, two fingers fucking her pussy. Her own scent was overwhelming, if she could she would lick her own pussy. There on the corner, a gym, there had to be guys there, even at this early hour, there had to be!
Her shoes in the car, she kicked them off sometime ago, she ran barefoot into the gym. The smell of male bodies, their sweat, her tongue craving to taste made her body contract. She saw only one man, a guy she knew from somewhere. His green eyes widened as she stood inside the door, breathing heavy.
Her shirt was unbuttoned, bra on the floor of her car. Rigid nipples lifted her shirt, showing sides of firm round breasts. Her grey eyes were bright, alert, hair, gold in color, stuck to her temples, strands glued to her cheeks. Her lips glistened from tasting her cum.
His arms bulged, frozen in the middle of curling sixty pounds. His pimples, scattered across his boyish face, pizza face! She saw him in high school, hiding his face as he hurried from class to class. He would not do, he's ugly, he still had that same tuft of red hair, sticking up like a ugly, unkempt bush. She was ready to turn and run, then her eyes saw his cock rise straight up in his shorts. It bulged like his arms, its shape long, thick, hard. He will do. She pulled her shirt off her shoulders, letting it fall down her arms.
The curling bar, with its sixty pounds crashed to the floor. He stalked towards her, passing her, his strong sent filling her nostrils. He locked the door and turned back to her, his muscled chest filling her eyes. He pulled his shorts down, his cock spring out, a patch of wild red hair above it. His strong arms forced her to her knees, his cock sliding in between her lips, her tongue tasted salt on its head, its skin too. Her lips closed over thick veins. Shoving himself in, forcing his long length straight to her throat. Chocking, saliva spilling over her lips, drenching her chin, dripping down onto her breasts. His high, squeaking voice was a deep growl as he fucked her pretty mouth. So many nights he whacked off, fucking her, now here she is, gagging on his cock. His hands held her head, thrusting his cock fast and hard, hearing the old chants, pizza face pizza face! He smiled as she drooled all over his cock.
Her skirt was thrown over his shoulder, he ripped her soaked panties off her cunt. Sucking her pussy, hearing her moans, his tongue traveling over her lips, straight up to her pulsating ass hole as she stood, bent over, hands gripping a bench. Tasting her essence, nibbling hard enough to make her cry out. Standing, his hand smacking her sweet ass, turning her cheeks a dark red. She came as he buried his cock in her pussy, her body shaking. He fucked her hard, deep, fast! She cried more...more...more!
Her palms on the glass, facing the street, his cock filling her ass, cum from her pussy running down her thighs. A guy walking by, stopped when he saw her being fucked without mercy. Her eyes burned as he took his cock out and started stroking himself. He came quick, splashing his cum on his side of the glass, her tongue licking her side as his cum streaked down.
Faster, tearing her ass open, another guy watching, then a woman, her legs clenching together. Harder, growing so hard in her, she cums from the force of him pulling out. He spins her around, strokes his cock, his cum drenches her tits, splashing her chin, her lips, her tongue licking his taste. More...more...more, she whispers.
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