When the final of the half dozen pressed to her backside, she was surprised but relieved to find that he wanted her p***y not her ass. This time she was forced to bend over to more easily deal with the f**k, and by then, the need to keep silent had passed. With this last man using her in her favorite place, the orgasm she’d been hanging onto finally broke free in an exuberant blast that made her cry and jerk like a madwoman on the man’s thick prick.
When all her lovers disappeared, Kate waited for some time, recuperating. She saw herself in the mirror a total mess, her hair, her make-up, eyes looking black from mascara running down her cheek, and the corset dress bizarrely askew. She might have laughed but she was too exhausted. Spending a few minutes repairing the damage, making herself
