The Governor's Wife is plowed

The new stranger reached into the stall and lifted Cyndi up from the toilet; her panties were still wrapped around her ankles. Without a word, the big man turned Cyndi around and, pressing a beefy hand on the back of Cyndi's white, silk blouse, **** her head down until it almost touched the foul public toilet. He grabbed the hem of her skirt and lifted it up over her back; her ass and pussy were totally exposed. The man put a foot on Cyndi's panties to keep them down on the floor while he lifted her leg and shifted the woman. Her legs were now spread wide.

Cyndi heard the sound of a zipper. She knew what was coming. Her pussy felt so good, wet and slick from her fingering and orgasm. She didn't protest as the new stranger fitted his cock between the wet lips of her pussy and drove deep into Cyndi's belly. She let out a low, deep sigh. The man's cock felt so good.

He quickly began rutting into her. His cock filled her pussy, pulled back, and then rammed into her again. It was like a hot, hard machine. The man's hands reached under the woman's body, found her tits, and began mauling them, working her still-clothed nipples into hard, tender knobs. Cyndi was close to coming again. She could feel a wave of pleasure beginning to build in her belly.

Then the stranger grunted, thrust into her deep, and quivered. He was coming, filling her belly with his seed. Fouling the sacred place that previously had only know the seed of her husband, the newly elected governor of the state.

The stranger pulled back. Cyndi, her head still spinning, drunk and foggy and filled with lust, remained standing in the stall bent over the toilet, waiting.

"Your turn, Tom!"