Mall 3: Changing Room
I made her strip so I could see if she was good enough for me. She actually had a fine toned body, she was tall and leggy and there was no questioning her lust or the intense spark between us. I made her strap on her high-heels and pace around the little room posing and modeling for me. She seemed to enjoy getting me more excited and even harder. I made her pace like that for a long while she kept glancing into my eyes or down at my cock. Women like to exhibit themselves, it is in their biology.
I ordered her to position herself facing the wall and positioned my self behind her. She twisted her ass back and forth so that her soft ass cheeks and thighs made repeated silky contact with the head of my red hot erection.
I gathered up her long hair in one of my hands and squeezed her ass cheek with the other.
“Are you married little bitch?” I asked her.
She made a frightened look for the first time and stopped her sexy movements.
“Yes, yes sir, I – I am.” She stated with some confusion.
“>Not any more exotic little bitch, you belong to me now!<” I demanded.
She stared up her subtle gyrations again.
“Yes, please sir, that is –really what I wanted – I think I understand.” She says getting right into it again.
“You don’t understand yet,” I tease “but I am going to teach you!”
And with that I force my cockhead past her pussy lips.
“FuckFuckFuckFuckFuckFuck!” She says through gritted teeth.
“Oh fuck yes!” I exclaim, drunk on sex and power.
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