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Swallowing, Mari forgot her strong need to pee, hiking her panties back over her knees as she hobbled away from the toilet and to the partition. The wall was almost as dirty as the floor, but it wasn’t necessary to press her eye to the two inch wide crack to see what was happening in the storeroom.
The fucking couple was almost close enough to be touched, Sue Belle flat on her back on, a battered old table, her knees drawn up almost to her tits. Her cunt was completely exposed to the attack of Harry’s cock.
He rode back from the slit, his cock gleaming with Sue Belle’s boiling juices, until eight inches of the shaft were outside and the head was still locked in her cunt muscles.
Mari gasped again, shocked at the sight. Harry’s cock seemed bright red, his balls dangling heavily in their hairy sac. His prick was knobbed with strong muscles, the heavy vein along the base of the shaft throbbing, beating with the rapid pace of his heart.
“Oh, shit! Shit! SHIT!”
Sue Belle cried out again as Harry threw his ass down against her again, burying himself completely between her legs. His buttocks were clenched tight and seemed almost ghostly white against the darker tan of his hairy legs and back. The youth’s shirt was hiked up to show his chest, which was thickly matted; the hair spilled over his shoulders, visible through the tom-off sleeves of the t-shirt, and down the blades. It was black against mottled flesh.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.