“Open up bitch,” she said pulling my hair even harder, interrupting my blissful pleasure. This was the closest I had gotten to a person in my escapades, the idea of being discovered and the wrongness of what I was doing was enough to make my hands work double time, quickly and roughly thrusting into and out of my dripping cunt. Sex Looking out the crack in the door a large middle aged woman was approaching the change rooms, the kind of woman who looks like she complains to the manager at every opportunity. As I looked in the mirror I appreciated my figure, my long legs, a somewhat shapely but not fat ass, a rather thin waistline and my perky C cup breasts, with a head of long blond hair to top it off. “Open up bitch,” she said pulling my hair even harder, interrupting my blissful pleasure. I moved a hand to my dripping pussy trying to be a as subtle as I could and began fingering myself while they pissed. I couldn’t get enough of the thrill and excitement I felt at doing something so dirty and wrong. Rubbing my most sensitive areas and probing between my lips.
