She likes to be abused. I’ve got nothing to do. Unable to stop my orgasm from claiming me, I simply succumbed. “Come join me in the kitchen” she offered. I was drooling all over them so they were all wet and sloppy. She reached one hand out and grabbed my wrist, putting my hand on her right breast. I sat on the sofa and surveyed my surroundings. I apologize. Mischievous, I thought. We got to her house, a standard concrete block Florida ranch in an older ‘shotgun’ neighborhood full of identical houses, and went inside where it was air conditioned. I’d squeeze her fleshy boobs as I rammed my dick into her sloppy pussy. My cum squirts were not in sync with my strokes, some coming at the bottom of the stroke, the next at the top of the stroke. “Come join me in the kitchen” she offered. As we walked around back to her car, my mind was flowing. A short while later, Cassie brought my burger and fries with a small cardboard cup of cole
