Glaring at you, our faces inches apart, I get spittle added to the snot and sweat decorating my face. My body heaving after my gyrations I feel your limbs trying to tie me up, and before I can brace, I am toppling, with you landing on me, landing with a minor flesh quake.
My mouth shoots open, as your fingers used my pussy as a handhold, and then after hitting the floor, they start to scrape and pump, my petals pried open, and you burrowing like mad. My crotch digging fingers stayed wedged in your sodden cxnt, and my thumb nail seeks your clit, your yelps adding to my screams. I am stunned by how dirty and nasty you are.
As you attempt to repeat your earlier hair grabbing/head banging you discover that one handed with no leverage is no go, although my hair comes taut, there will be no thumps on the floor. I am hissing and snuffing right into your face as my free hand comes up and rakes your cheek, till it comes to your mouth and grabs. “I have you by both sets of lips, bitch” as I grip your lower lip hard, squeezing ,twisting and yanking it. Your eyes can look expressive too, I note.
Am wallowing on my buns, legs tangled, each of us digging for gold, as I rock my shoulders and try to get on top of you. My supporters thrilled that I am stlil in the game, and hiss at your scabby fans. More shouts from the mob, the loudest being HER PUSSY IS BLEEDING, as the wide screen is filled with indelicate views.