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Momma Sheba ground her ass under the pounding body of the big service station mechanic. Her jeans dangled from one ankle as her legs waved high in the air on either side of his humping body. It was just the jeans that dangled after she had pulled them off one leg. There were no panties. Momma Sheba never wore panties. Without them you could get ready to fuck faster. And Momma Sheba loved to fuck, the faster the better.
His hands were under her sweatshirt squeezing and kneading her mammoth tits. The tits that her old man, Jakey, loved to suck while he was shoving his cock to her.
She could hear Jakey out in the drive feeding gas into some square’s car. She knew Jakey would shove the dough for the gas in his pocket. And because he did, there would be a lot of grass and a lot of beer for the bash up on the ridge for the next few days.
“Can you come again?” the attendant said, raising his head for a moment from her shoulder.
“Jesus, honey,” she replied. “You wearin’ my fuck place out, you’re rubbin’ my sweet pussy to shreds.”
And the bastard damn near had. When she agreed with Jakey to go up the grease rack in the back of the car and fuck the attendant while Jakey ripped off what he could from the station, she thought it would be easy.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.
Note: This story is the same as catalog number CB-4059 in the original publications (a duplicate).