Busty Woman Rides Hard Until Climax Inside Her Pussy

“It’s too much,” she said, “It’s a shock that’s all.”
She climbed into the passengers seat, and I swung up and pressed the self starter, “I loaned it,” I said, “The model T died.”
The guard opened the outer gate and I drove her from captivity to slavery, but as far as she was concerned she was free again. I waited for her at the prison, she came out with old Menzies Moorcroft and a guard, her ankles still hobbled by a short chain and she was wearing a torn and patched prison dress but she smiled at me when she saw me. She smiled at me and held her arms out, “I didn’t think you would come.” she whispered. “How about now?” I suggested. “Can I sleep with you after?” she asked. “I thought so too,” I said, “Except you’re always saying be careful of the baby, or you’re tired or spewing your guts, how in the hell am I supposed to get my rocks off?”
“I hate you, I want to go back to jail.” she said.