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... thong and ripped it free. She gasped, straightening and pushing against him. “That was expensive couture!” He ripped the other side and let the scrap hang between her pussy lips. Shifting his weight to the side, he spanked her ass cheek hard. The slap resounded in the little bathroom and her eyes widened. Snatching the torn panties from her inner thighs, he shoved them into his back pants pocket. His thick, hot cock rose. Pulsed when it met her bare skin. He stroked his length, batted his steaming cockhead against her wet slit before honing in on her entrance. Slipping inside her flowering pussy, he looked back up at her to see her mouth open wider with every arriving inch of his dick. He pushed further and she bent over more and more, submitting to his cock. Glancing down, he saw her starred ring staring up at him, her tasteful dress bunched just above her ass dimples. He needed more. If her slippery soft pussy was anything to judge, she’d been fucked more times than her constituents would approve of. Her asshole seemed to tease him, promising a tight, hot fit and a deplorable pleasure she didn’t know enough about to love yet. She moaned. “Shhh. Your people are out there.” He licked his finger. Pressed it to the rim of her ass. Her back arched, head snapping up to let her gaze meet his. “What are you doing?” Pushing further, the tip of his finger slipped into the tight grasp of her sphincter. He met her eyes in the mirror. Thrusted deep and buried his finger in her at the ...

... same time. His opponent gasped. Eyes wide. “Isn’t it obvious?” Her eyes closed, fine wrinkles pressing at the sides. “It’s sodomy. It’s wrong.” “Yeah?” His balls ached against her puckered pussy lips. “Yeah.” Her eyes opened, staring at his reflection. “I don’t do anal. I told you that.” His finger twitched inside her, stroking the thin wall of flesh hugging his cock. Her hot ass relaxed after every plunge, then sucked him as he dragged out. Mouth open, her chin trembled. “You want to get fucked, beauty queen? I mean really fucked, like the nasty slut you want to be?” He slipped his finger out of her pulsing rim, letting it fall away as she thrusted back. “You beg me to take your tight little ass. Or... I walk.” Sweeping his hand over her lower back, he urged her to lean over until her breasts pressed against the countertop. He backed his cock out of her. Thrust back in. “That’s it. Fuck my slutty little pussy,” his opponent whispered. Brad seized her ass cheeks, spreading them wide as he drove deep inside her gaping twat. He leaned over her, his tie trailing along her back, until his lips brushed the shell of her ear. “You have five seconds to beg before I leave you wet, hot, and all alone.” Twisting her head forward, she exhaled. Condensated breath fumed the mirror. Wrinkles drove into her forehead as the reflection of her eyes met his again. “Fuck my pussy or nothing.” He smiled. Stood. Grasped her hips with one hand while the other followed the dip of her pelvis. Over the ...