She seems stubborn, not accepting her toy, even though I batter her lips and poke her cheeks with it. I hold the tip by he rmouth, while I reach back with my other hand and , as if waking up the crowd, I slap her rear like a rifle shot. She jerks a little, and then I reach a little forward, and I pinch her scratched up and stretched labia. Something about molesting those flaps that I enjoy, and, I confess, get a tingle from. Pinch, pull, tug, grope and gouge, they are so pliable, and all mine, like the rest of her.
I am not being sadistic, just insistent, as I give her the chance to start slurping on her toy, but when she doesnt', I invent new twists of her flabby lips. Mayb she needs lubrication, so I spit onto her face, aiming for her mouth. I miss the first time, getting her eye, but I get all the chances I want.
My fingers are getting slippery in that swampy pussy, so I bring my hand around, and wipe it on her tit, yanking it up and twisting it. "You do want to lick your own dick, don't you Anne?". I try inserting it into her mouth again, while laughing at her drooling cxnt, that is probably aching for relief. What a fucking pain slut she is.