She could guess what was coming, and was not surprised when Bethany lifted her skirt and pushed aside her pretty white panties to show her shaved twat. "Lick me," Bethany said, her voice heavy with lust, and Laura did. It wasn't the first Hardcore time Laura had been forced to lick a stranger's pussy, and she thought Bethany was prettier than Candy even if her pussy wasn't as nice-tasting as Candy's strawberry-flavored fuckhole. She parted Bethany's labia with her fingers and lapped obediently at the wet pink flesh inside. It didn't feel right at first but then Bethany started to moan, and her hands came down to grip Laura's hair tightly, and suddenly it felt correct and natural for Laura to be doing this. Laura's pussy gushed with desire and suddenly the pain in her clitoris felt good and sexy. Laura moaned sluttily into Bethany's twat as she ran her tongue over the shop girl’s clit and probed up her whore-tunnel. By the time Bethany finally orgasmed, Laura's face was glistening with Bethany's whore-nectar. She looked up at Bethany for approval, and saw that Bethany was very satisfied with the licking she had received. The girl had relaxed her grip on Laura's hair and was now stroking it almost affectionately. "Thank you," mumbled Laura into Bethany's pussy. "Thank you for stuffing my clothes up my cockholster. Thank you for making me lick your twat." Bethany didn't seem to hear, still lost in the pleasure of orgasm. "Can I go?" Laura asked in a small voice. Bethany remembered where she was, looked down at Laura, and changed her expression to one of disgust. She backed away quickly, rearranging her skirt and panties to look more appropriate. "Yes, get out of here," she spat. "You're a disgusting whore and if you ever come back here again I'll call the police." Laura staggered to her feet, her cunt still stuffed with the underwear, her face wet with Bethany's arousal, and staggered out of the store. She felt dirty and humiliated but she tried to focus on the good points. She had just obtained a week's worth of underwear for free, after all. She waddled with her cunt stuff through the mall until she found a store that offered free shopping bags. She bought a stick of gum with the change in her purse, asked for a bag with it, and then hurried to the women's toilets, where she was able to pull the lingerie out of amateur her twat and move it to the bag. As she had feared, it was practically dripping with her internal juices, but it was probably nothing that asian the washing machine couldn't fix. She unclipped the bra from her clitoris too, and pulled its other strap out of her ass. There was something Laura japanese needed to do, though. She went to the closest toilet stall, locked herself in, sat on the seat, and took one of the pairs of panties out of the bag. She looked at it a moment, then put in her mouth and started sucking on it. It tasted like slut. cumshot It tasted good. Moaning happily, Laura leant back on the seat, lifted her skirt, spread her legs, and masturbated to a very satisfying orgasm. Chapter 22 SUCCEEDING AT WORK Laura caught the bus to the Pretty Titty. It was full, and so she was forced to sit in the middle of the back seat, looking down the aisle. Given that she was wearing a short skirt and no panties she knew she should sit with her knees together but every time she tried she thought "feminist" and flinched, and ended up finding the only way she could be comfortable was with her legs parted. As a result, anyone getting on the bus could see her bare, wet twat, if they looked in the right direction, but thankfully most were just concerned with finding their seat and few noticed her slutty fuckhole on display. Of course, when we wanted different things; what TV shows to watch, what games to play and such, he would always win. Monet clutched her shirt at the bottom and whipped it off. I liked it. Some days however, we would do it right in front of one another, fucking ourselves into mind blowing orgasms. The dress is not any thing spectacular but accents her body well.I could see her hair was braided down the back of her as she walked hand in hand with Rod.Two men standing by the entrance open the door for them. sitting and put my hands on her knees. I looked quizzically at the antlered woman. That’s when I thanked my parents for not being home. I kept stroking until he was dry, and still kept going. 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