Tawny and I had been so hot for each other, by the time the door to Rumplations stock room banged shut, we were already into an old-fashioned missionary-style fuck with her hunching up to meet me every time I hammered down into that prime pussy.
We fucked with an unrestrained, almost savage passion. I gave her no mercy, and she asked for none. Grunting, panting, we slammed into one another like animals in heat.
With a shout of, “Yes!” her hips rose off the cot into a shuddering arch of passion. But I kept on fucking. Shit, I didn’t wanna ever stop.
But then I yelled, “Busty, you’re the best!” and suddenly, I had.
