Thud, my head hits the carpet and I get dosed with venom, as I twist it side to side to get it and my hair off my forehead. I feel your pulpy pussy only inches from my knee, but your legs are clamping on me, and you are jabbing nails into my tit again, if you ever stopped. Its very wet, I hope it isn't blood. Your hissing something at me, you look like a harpy , as I keep squeezing on your titty with my left hand, while my right goes around your back and hooks your bun and gouges upward, pulling you down into me as it tracks up your back.
It feels like you are greased. I swing my right leg over your clamped pair and rock to my left, starting us shifting back to where we started, as our bodies wobble more closely together, can now hear remarks , and think I hear Lucky urging me on. My left hand grabs your hair and pulls your face into me as we quiver in one heap. My woeful boobs are actually sloshing out to each side, as my slightly wider hips and weight enable me to shift you.
When I get on top this time, I am going to stay there.
I can feel us starting to teeter, and rub my spit slick face into yours to break up your concentration. "I don't care who you fuck, you just don't fuck whats mine!" The sharp pains in my titties is nothing like the dull aches I have experienced before. My right hand has carved a trail from bum to shoulder blades as I work on 'convincing ' you to roll over.