Gasping, I flip my hair back, and see you checking me out, glaring at my face and staring at my pink pussy. Somehow, you sound more coherent than before, or perhaps I have sunk to your level, but when you call me an ‘ old bar whore’ I almost shake with anger. Damn it, I think, I am a professional, a respected professional, with kids and grandkids, am on the community council, and this naked strumpet, this piss wit trailer trash calls me a bar whore! My naked ass shudders with anger as I resolve to beat this lowlife at her own dirty game.
“I’m going to my suite, with my new friend, and I’m taking your fucking pubes with me, after I carve my initials on your fat ass!” You are a sight, snuffling thru your oozing nose, having a pulped nipple and carved up downstairs. I lunge at you even as you attack, and our tits hit, this time, with a fairer angle, as I feel yours compress and start to bulge. “Your stretch marked bags are gonna be ruined”.
While our breasts block our ‘pussy view’, my right hand digs in familiar turf, palm dropping along your mound till I feel the bumps, then curling my nails into your lips and clit, hooking hard. I screech as you pinch and probe through my lips in search of my clit, screeching louder when you find it. I inch in as close as I can, legs tangling, not going to let a knee or kick deprive me of a snatch ripping victory.
The kiosk screen is flashing, each squirming butt illuminated, as my ear picks out the chants and cries that sound like LINDA. Bumping my head into yours, I seek an opening to bite, you having proven how you deserve anything I can do to you.