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When she was finished, she packed them back in as good as possible.The top was now semi-transparent from wetness and her nipples were showing clearly, which made her look even more appetizing. "I' M KAT' S DIRTY CUNT HOLE SLAVE MARTINA! I have no clue if anyone heard us, but the thought of her screaming her horniness out into the world turned me on so bad I lost my inhibitions and just wanted to finish her off.When I followed her, the giggling girls were still at their table; it seemed we weren't taking quite as long as we thought. I slapped them with one hand, making them jiggle even more. "Treat me like a dirty farm slut." My arm got heavy from thrusting and I became more and more daring.I went past their table and looked at them meaningfully while dropping the spoon there. I pulled my fingers out and pressed both hands tight together, spread the thumbs apart and then shoved all eight fingers inside her.So I drive to our meeting point and the whole time I'm thinking about what I might do with her when I meet her. After all, I masturbated several times with her, and she knows more about my secret longings than anyone else. You know, like that one time." I nodded and remembered one of our chats, when we found out we both liked water sports. When I was finished, her white top was soaking wet and had a yellow stain. She licked the last drops out of my pubic hair and then looked up at me. I wanted her to look deep inside my hole, into the muff of her mistress, which she had to obey and be obedient to.And I know about her fantasies with her friend Cora, or that she wants to be my slave. She had a beautiful, open laugh, and her face was so pretty I wondered why she put so much work into her body. The café had only a few other visitors, a few schoolgirls sat on a table across from us, and a couple seemed to be sitting inside. The waitress came up and I ordered a big sundae with cream and Cappuccino. I mostly do it myself, if I even have the time, so not very much. She pressed her fingers tight and pushed the tips into my hole.
Her top was still somewhat transparent, but it didn't seem to bother her. "That part of you belongs to me." She answered: "Oh goddess, nobody knows me like you do. With you I can be myself." I smiled and eyed her up and down. "Fuck me like your whore, like your slave cunt." I slapped her butt sharply with the other hand. My hands slid out of her, and a gush of pussy secretion streamed out. She trembled and laughed uncontrollably, kissing my slimy hands and smearing them across her face.It seemed a bit much for me, especially since she said she was otherwise quite slender and kept her weight, but had a great "latina ass". They really were her whole pride and joy, and rightfully so. Martina leaned against the wall and let me take her, while unbuttoning her jeans and sliding a hand inside them. Martina pulled her hand back and said meekly: "No goddess, may I? "Oh mistress, do you know how much I longed for that?But then, I'm just a 34 B, and I'm a sports hater. I grabbed her tight butt while I pulled a nipple with my teeth. " I didn't answer and instead worked her some more with the plug, then pulled it out and pushed it back in, over and over, until I could fuck her tight "latina ass" nicely with it. "That's how you like it," I hissed in her ear.Finally, I decided to just wait and see what happened, but was resolved not to hold back. "You can have some pussy cream with your coffee," I laughed. She seemed to be more shy in real life than online. " she acted indignant, but didn't say anything else. " This was one of our fantasies, and Martina wanted to sink into the ground for shame while the waitress gave her best to act like she didn't hear any of that. Her rings rubbed nicely at the walls of my vagina and she only stopped when her knuckles and thumb reached my labia.I found the market square (thanks to GPS) and the icecream parlour as well. She wore a pair of tight, stone-washed jeans and a white tube top which accentuated her body nicely. She looked at me once more, just to make sure, then pushed it in with all her strength. Something deep and animalistic, wild and furious broke loose within me and made itself heard with a guttural, primitive scream.
Should I just treat her like I did in the chatroom? Martina sipped her espresso and said she needed to watch her weight. And then I think of..." she paused when the waitress came to bring my order. "Do you even know how horny these thoughts make me feel? They slid in easily, still wet from pee and pussy slime.