“I’m hotter,” she said.He kissed her some more. “You’re right about that,” he said.And then he slammed into her.“Fuck!” she yelled out..., grabbing his shoulders. Everyone in the room jumped.She quickly added at a slightly lower volume, “Yes, fuck me.” With the next thrust, “God damn!”Eleazar was clapping quietly and giving them two thumbs-up. He started making gestures towards her to keep talking, to let more out.“Oh, shit, Jesus, fuck!” she cried out as he continued slamming into her. She. Seems sort of logical, doesn't it.' 'I don't know what's reasonable to you any more. I just don't. You come out with the most terrifying and outrageous things, like you're trying to out do yourself, so I don't have a clue how your mind works.' 'Not the same as yours, that's for sure.' I laughed at her. 'It's not funny. Nothing about this is funny, so stop teasing me and demeaning me. This isn't funny at all.' 'You look funny with your panties hanging out of your bra. She could not have imagined herself setting foot inside a tattoo parlor a few weeks ago. It was simply not a place she had any desire or curiosity about. She didn’t have any tattoos, and she wasn’t inclined to get one.This journey had begun for her when she first arrived at Betty’s trailer and saw her nude. She began taking stock of all the ways Betty seemed to revel in her own decadence and sexuality. Betty could be lazy at times and sleep all day. She’d let her kids do whatever they wanted. We moved from the kitchen to the table. She hopped on and pulled her legs back. I held her legs as I went back into her again. We fucked until I came once again in her pussy. I picked her up and carried Morgan to the bedroom. We both were tired and after this last bit of sex, each were need of a recharge. Morgan asked me to lay with her even for couple minutes, but understood why I couldn't when I said no. I told her that I will sleep in the living room. The night ended like that, me asleep in.