Chapter 276: Chapter 276

Chapter 276

~I don’t look like your wife~

Ken grabbed the light-skinned lanky, hour glass lady on the waist and lifted her to his shoulder as he sucked into her portable breast that stood firmly as that of virgins. His fingers pressed into her round nicely caked buttocks and he pinned her to the wall afterwards just to gain balance and support.

“What style do you want, client. I am a robot in bed,” the whore whispered, through a sweat-lit face and she often tossed her head just to wave off her hair that fell to her face so she could behold the impatience that grew upon the face of Ken.

“I can give you wheel barrow. Spoony. What about cowgirl?” she kept whispering and gaping her mouth to build up her moan as Ken was busy with her nipples in his mouth.“Oh fuck!” she moaned , peered down to Ken and stroked his hair to keep encourage him to keep up the good work . “Suck on the bust is your,” she whispered and shut her eyes, when Ken gave a harder suck that itched her underneath the lining of her nipples.

A stamp on the floor. Ken had dropped her on her feet. She breathed uneasily, scowled at Ken who had brought his wide palm on his penis to stroke it to erection.

“Soak your pussy with lub,” Ken groaned reached to the lub oil on the table and tossed it to her.

“Why are you giving me this?” the lady asked , with a raised brow, before she cast a glare at her hairy vagina to see if something was wrong down there.

“For thirty minutes now your pussy is yet to be wet. I don’t fuck dry pussy,” he groaned, stole a glance at his penis to see he was rock hard. “Do my bidding I don’t have time anymore. I am paying for this,” he said, stroked his penis and noticed she was still staring at his penis, whether it be because of the curve in the big head but she was admiring it anyways. He guessed.

“Never mind,” she said, tossed the lub oil to a corner, rolled her eyes at him, yanked her long sexy legs wider and shut her eyes as her two fingers located their way into her hairy vagina, “Give me ten seconds and I will be wet like the ocean,” she whispered, frowned her face and started fingering her vagina before her eyes shut, pleasurably.

Ken watched on, feeding his needy eyes with the slapping sound of her fingers as they made into her vagina. He stared gaping; he was shocked now, noticing that Ken thought a baby was on the verge of pushing through soon.

“Oh, oh, yeah,” she let a moan at a breath and forcefully slid out her fingers before she squirted leaving Ken glaring at the pressured fluid that pumped through her vagina like water gushing from the nozzles of shower.

Ken hastened to her, gripped her waist and knelt before her vagina. “You are fucking wet now. Oh shit,” he gritted as he saw tiny fluid surging from her vagina, down to her thighs. And then he pulled and grabbed her on the waist again, seeming confused about where to start. He had never seen a woman so horny.

“I need a healthy fuck from your dick now. I am ripe to get down, if you are,” she said, bit her lower lips and spanked Ken on the buttocks.

A kiss got stamped on Ken’s lips and when he seemed to be carried away by her soft suckling thick lips, she pulled back and warned , “I have not come here to kiss. If you are not fucking me till I spell my name in Arabic let me go and I will give you a refund.,” she breathed into his face and he wanted to kiss further and she pulled back, “Fuck!” she demanded. “I don’t look like your wife,” she said provocatively.

At the mention of that Ken dimmed his eyes in fury, pressed his lips in wrath and griped her on the thighs. Like a forklift, her feet left the floor as he lifted her in his arms, put her on all fours , pressed her head into the sofa, pushed into her backside and started digging into her creamy, juicy vagina, in an annoying manner just to let her know the anger raging in his head at the thought of all he had gone through in the hands of his wife.

“Ah…oh…what tha fuck!” she exclaimed, opened her mouth than she often did whenever those Brazilian tourists engaged her in three some.

She wished she could fight off the moan and ask him what he was using to pound into her vagina; if it was a penis or huge stick. Nothing had felt so sensational and unique. Each pound from him vibrated her entire body twice more, and she got much balance and support from the edges of the sofa which she clenched so firmly otherwise she would have fallen off under the pressure of his pounding.

Suddenly there was no other noise than the slap-slap sound of his penis pummeling into her backside and she pressed her eyes tightly to subsidize the itches and sweetness that drove into her vagina and clitoris.

“Oh fuck!, Yeah!, Oh shit…!” she moaned at the top of her voice and was interrupted when he slid out his penis and turned her over. Hastily he pushed in his penis, and pounded her so ruggedly that she pitied her breasts, which rolled and flogged the surrounding within her chest; her unstable body shook greatly and her legs were flung apart as though he was going to chop them off soon. With her legs pressed backward , he frowned at her vagina that thickened around his penis. That was a turn on for him and it tripled his pounding in a maddening way, which made her to fart twice.

“Oh fuck! Oh my pussy! Pussy, please!” she pled, pushed Ken on the thick hairy chest that tightened like a bag of rice. “Aye! Oh! This is fuck! Oh mm…oh !”

She was no longer moaning now. A deep throated wailing had ensued as tears trickle down her cheeks,

All along Ken was thinking about how sex starved he was ; he was grateful for such moment to ease off…

The worst was yet to come…