I laughed, what did she need that for? All I could do is moan, riding her fingers, wanting more. Xnxx video “Come.” she snarled, I followed her like a puppy out the door, into the rain, one of my friends shouted my name but i ignored them, stumbling after Irene in a lustful trance. My pussy begged for more even though it throbbed. She lived in a appartment on canal St. I was chewing on a pillow trying not to cry out. “stay up like that” she commanded, I pointed my ass up high at her, she squirted some cold lube around my pussy. Irene grabbed a handful of my hair, pulled me up on to all fours and smacked my ass with a belt, I yowled, and she laughed. I first witnessed the spectacle Irene at a coffee shop I loitered at, she was a very butch older lesbian, I had seen her around the gay clubs further down bourbon we snuck into, she was easily three hundred pounds and carried every ounce like she was proud of it, her hair was black and sheared very short like a mans, wore flannel and demmin, and smoke cigars that made every one cough, I think she was somewhere between thirty
