She could taste his acrid sweat on the breeze, smell his boozey breath. Xxnx The color had gradually bled from her locks, betraying the streaky dark blonde she tried to hide. She clutched his still body to her until her orgasm subsided then let his dead weight drop. His hands fumbled their way under her sweater over the swell of her breasts and the flimsy bra hiding them from his molestation. Almost as soon as she’d thought it the man reached down between them and slid two fingers into her pussy, skewering her on his hand and cock. She could practically feel his pulse under her fingertips already. And again. She studied her brilliant blue hair- well, not so brilliant anymore. “More,” She admonished, and the man obeyed without hesitation.




















