1. THE VIRUS. CHAPTER FOUR


    Date: 9/2/2015, Categories: BDSM, Mature, Taboo, Author: crazyxxxcash, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    The woman would push him up against the wall and yank his shorts down and proceed to suck him off…and then she would burst in and the woman would be shocked…but she’d tell her to finish or she would call the cops on her…and then she’d watch the frumpy little whore suck him off till he came in her face. “Oh fuck yeah,” she cooed and rubbed the top of his head. “Long as I got to watch,” she added and disappeared into her room again. Forty minutes later, she was sitting on a bench in the park wearing jogging pants and a tight t-shirt with no bra on. Her short bob haircut was pulled back and pinned and she was wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses. Her paperback book was only there for show. Behind the tinted lenses, she was scrolling the park for other women while Franklin tossed really horrible attempts at 3-pointers a few yards away. To her disappointment, the park was all but empty. “Excuse me,” a woman’s voice asked from behind her. “Do you mind if I park my butt here?” “What? Oh no, go ahead,” she replied. The woman pushed a baby stroller around the end of the bench from behind her and promptly dropped onto the opposite end of the bench. “Take off daredevil and try not to kill yourself. Mommy ain’t got no insurance now,” the woman said to her young daughter who walked up just after she’d seated herself. “Can I take my coat off, I’m hot?” the girl asked, already unzipping it before her mother had replied. “Whatever,” her mother grumbled. “Try not to put an eye out,” she ...
    added as the girl tossed the jacket to her and stopped to stare at Tiffany…or rather Tiffany’s unbound rack and hard nipples poking through the tight fabric of her shirt. Tiffany cleared her throat and it broke the girl’s stare. But by that point, it was Tiffany who was staring at the girl. She couldn’t tell how old she was, but she was certainly younger than Franklin but despite that, the fat little girl sported tits the size of her fists. They were mostly a result of her being overweight and so they sagged forward above her belly, the cold, hard nipples pointing downward somewhat…a complete contrast from most budding breasts. And despite the size of them, the girl wore no sign of a bra and her shirt was horrendously too small and so tight she could see the depth of her navel centered in the middle of her tubby belly. Had she been taller, Tiffany might have almost thought she was pregnant. The girl blinked and took off running toward the basketball goals where Franklin played and she could only imagine what sort of site the boy must have seen dashing towards him at that moment. She suppressed a giggle as she noted him suddenly standing stark still and gawking at the girl as she closed on him. Somehow she knew this was going to go horribly off-point, but part of her wanted to hold on and ride it out just to see what happened. “I’m Tiffany,” she said as she turned to look at the other woman. Too late, she realized she probably shouldn’t have used her real name. The other woman was ...
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