Happy reached beneath her skirts, stepping out of her lacy panties. Then in a loud, smokey voice, she declared, “I need your pecker to fuck my pussy!”
“Then bend over that there box,” I told her, kicking a large crate, rattling the wood, “and hike your skirt up!”
She hiked her skirts—thin legs clad in white stockings appeared—and carefully dropped to her knees, leaning over the crate. XXX “Why do you ask?”
“Why do you think? “Abso-damn-fuckin’-lutely I am!”
“That’s so nasty!” purred the reverend’s wife. What else would you be? I still wasn’t used to the increased stamina I got from Astarte two days ago. “Stop, please!”
I sucked that nipple into my mouth and she gasped, a low, mewling sound. Belle was so lost to my fucking she gave a small, startled shriek when she saw her sister’s bushy cooch right in her face. “Me,” I said, startling the poor bride.
