Her hands ran up her chest and into her hair. “Please. Anal sex …I need you…I need you. …”
Her hand pressed against my chest and clutched the fabric. It provoked some gagging and coughing. Laid looking along my body I could see my hardness penetrating her. She unzipped her fleece. “Better than that, bitch.”
“Please…” The frustration was prevalent in her voice “…let me have your cock…I wanna suck it so badly…I promise I’ll do a good job…”
I smirked. Her moans turned to high pitched squeals. Her tits swung as she danced and played with them. I grinned as the man had promised I could have sex with Janice every month for the next few years, I was looking forward to it! With her bra in full view, she bent forward while twisting her hips sensually. I pulled out and looked down at my slave, Her lips glistened with cum. Her body was in dire need of sexual fulfilment. She ran them down my cheeks and played with the collars of my shirt. She slowly gravitated to it, itching to get her mouth around it. The door opened and Janice entered the van.
