Pussy only, and four

There's a dozen names on her shaved mound, but Jason's is by far the largest signature on her tanned flesh. Out of the dozen names you see at least four of them are girls, and half of them have been smeared by sweat and the movement of her body.

Jason has the most hash marks at her pussy at four. There aren't any slashes behind the girls's names, and all of the other names have either two or three. Confused and aroused you ask, "what are all of these marks and names?"

Grinning like a mad woman, she peels the band shirts she was using as a dress up over her head, and you see signatures and names on her tits and on her chest pointing up to her mouth. There were dozens and dozens of names, most of them smeared and obscured is if there was water that had been dribbled over the top of them.

"That's the number of times your slutty girlfriend had her picture taken, where, and who I was posing with," she said quickly. You felt her pussy clench is she kept riding on your face, and the fresh rush of juice from her cunt coated your face.

"I'd like to see those pictures," you said and quickly open the fly on your pants. As if on cue, she moved from your face to your crotch, grabbing your pole in sinking her pussy onto it in a single movement. Her messy fuckhole swallowed the length of your shaft with a loud, wet slurch.

You don't remember her being this turned on before, ever. And she fucks you like a woman possessed, her amazing box clenching and unclenching as she rides, milking your cock into her pussy. You let out a loud, low growl is you erupt into her womb.

Before you go soft she spanks and fingers her clit like it owes her money, she gushes on top of you, her eyes rolling back in her head and crying out in a worthless lusty wail.

Feeling her cunt cum like that made you see stars, and then you passed the fuck back out.