Adult video store

Clad in a tight tank top and jeans that showed off her body, Sally began driving down the street. Despite fucking earlier, she was still horny as hell. The strapon she wore under her jeans began throbbing like crazy. Finally, unable to take it any more, she headed over to an adult video store to relieve her tension. Before getting out of her car, she adjusted her pants so that her hard-on was visible through the material.

The store was one of the best in the area; porn of every type and company was available. Heading over towards the high-quality stuff, she happened to notice a familiar face.

Janelle Ellison was a bottle-blond who had grown up in the same neighborhood as Sally; a few years older than her, she nevertheless had an excellent body with big juicy tits and a firm fuckable ass. Sally knew Janelle was the type of girl who'd fuck money if possible. According to the newspapers a few months ago, Janelle had married some multi-jillionaire bigshot, so she was wearing some really expensive business suit jacket-skirt combo, with plenty of jewelry. Sally casually strolled up to her.

"Janelle, you old slut, I guess congratulations are in order for hooking up with Mr. Moneybags."

Janelle turned, startled to see Sally.

"Of course, if that outfit's any indication, you've had to make a few sacrifices in the name of love."

"That's none of your goddamn - "

"Oh, come on honey!" Sally took Janelle's hand, allowing it to automatically wrap around the bulge of her huge strap-on, enjoying the look in Janelle's eyes as she felt it. Sally held the blond’s wrist, working her hand up and down her big dick. "I know you've got other things on your mind besides money."

Slowly, she wrapped her arms around Janelle's waist, grinding her hardon into the rich bitch's ass. Running her tongue along Janelle's ear, she lustfully whispered into it: "So, have you been a good little trophy wife until now? A good little fucktoy? We could head into one of the preview booths if you want."

Janelle was panicking. Other customers were staring at this horny slut feeling her up. Sweat was running down her brow as Sally's hard-on ground against her, with one hand near her tits, and her fingers close to her clit.