"Oh, you hot little bitch!" Sam said, slipping his cock into her from behind."Oh, you hot little bitch!" Sam said, slipping his cock into her from behind. He rubbed his belly against her upturned, wiggling ass, his cock buried in her to the hilt. "Ohhh, Sam, that feels so good!" Trixie cooed. Connie had seen enough. She regained her strength enough to turn and slip quietly out of the house. She went straight to her lawyer, who drew up the divorce papers. In a note to Sam, she advised him not to fight her, unless he wanted Trixie Smith involved. She obtained the divorce in two weeks. Sam forfeited, not even bothering to show up in court, much to Connie's relief. She didn't want to ever see him again. He and Trixie could fuck their guts out together now, for all she cared. Connie opened her robe, letting it fall aside. The hotel room felt uncomfortably warm, stuffy. She crossed her legs, squeezing them together. Her cunt was throbbing and tight. It always got that way when she recalled Sam with Trixie. As much as the scene had outraged her, it had also made her horny. She'd been driven to finger-fucking over her memory of it more times than she wanted to admit. Well, now she had more dirty memories to excite her. She'd never forget what she'd witnessed tonight-the Mexican girl with the dog and the donkey. She could still smell the lust in that tent, the sex-aromas given off by all the men, by the animals, by the girl. She could still feel the Mexican youth's cock spurting into her hand while Matt finger-fucked her. She could still feel Matt's hard cock flexing between her legs and spurting more jism into her hands, could still taste the cum she'd licked off her fingers like frosting. It had been months since she'd tasted cum or had felt a hot hard cock. She missed blowing Sam! Missed his pinning her to the bed and fucking her. She worked her thighs together, rubbing her feet against each other. The pussyjuice leaked out of her like hot melted butter, making her a mess between the legs. She rubbed her tits, feeling their swollen weight, their silky softness and warmth. Her nipples stood up like fingers, surrounded by her erect and tingling cherry-bumps. She pinched and tweaked her nipples, the fuck-tingles screwing through her cunt. |