That person was Marcus William Hartford the Fifth.His target for the evening– as he liked to call her– was a young woman dressed in a tattered wit...ch’s dress that had cuts and rips and tears which revealed a great deal of her fair, but not overly pale skin. Her bright white teeth and well-formed ruby lips perfectly set off the misty blue of her eyes. A wrinkled witch’s hat sat atop her dish-water blond hair. There was no requirement that his target be dressed as a witch, but the fact that she. .suddenly she get mad and took glass of vodka and drink fast,, he know that she is on the mood ,he pour another drink ,she drink that too ,he move near to her, he know that she didn’t oppose that, slowly touch her hand and grasp it, and move hand to shoulder touch her face and lips move on her lips, she move head on side and close her eyes…. she turn look on his eyes , then suddenly he kiss on her lips hard she also kiss use her tongue he bite her lips slowly and she make small noise , she. She doesn't suck it clean, but gets her spit all over it. Standing back up, she smiles as a bit of spit rolls down her chin. She wipes it off, turning back around, and thrusts her ass back at me. Reaching around, she gently takes a hold of my cock and carefully guides it to her rosebud.Taking a small step forward so I can enter her, she places me at her asshole, and tells me to slowly push into her. Taking back control, I slip the head of my dick into her ass. I feel her squirm under me,. I took hold of the waist and worked them down to her ankles, jointly with her cotton panties.“See how wet my pussy is right now, babe…” Ana hissed over her shoulder.She was right. Fooling around in public was always a nice turn on for her. Her pussy lips looked swollen and glistening in the afternoon light. Her juices had even leaked out over her thighs…I took out my hard aching dick and positioned myself behind Ana.I easily slid inside her to the hilt. She gasped in surprise...Ana bounced up.