Clay was all she had. And the dress shop. The little boutique. She owned and ran a fancy little dress shop that provided her and Clay with a decent life. She liked having a decent life. She liked her pleasures. She liked having her cunt

sucked by teenaged boys. This one was better than most. What was his name again? Marty? No, it wasn't Marty, it was Mark. She told herself she was so crazy. She ought to at least know who was sucking her pussy.

She finally pushed his face away from her cunt. He sat up on his haunches, and she saw that his cock was like iron again. She smiled at him as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Rolling over on her belly, she rose up on her knees and told him to get his cock in her pussy from behind.

"Fuck it in deep and hard," she said. "I like it deep and hard."

She moaned as his cock fucked in. He had a good prick, thick enough to stretch her cuntmouth. A shudder went through her body as she felt his balls slap against her clit. Oh, yes! She reached underneath as he started fucking her. She grabbed his balls and rubbed them over her clit each time he shot forward. His big prick stuffed her cunt channel. She loved getting fucked from the rear. She arched her back to make her ass more prominent. She moaned as his cock fucked smoothly in and out of her drenched cunt. His hands squeezed her asscheeks. His fingers kneaded her ass flesh.. She loved it. He was a good fucker. There was

nothing in the world as nice as a healthy teenaged stud ramming her cunt from behind. His balls were full again, heavy in her hand. He had another load of jism for her. His cock filled her cunt channel so deliciously. His hot cock fucked in and out of her cunt hole like a greased piston.

She urged him on, told him to fuck harder, churned her cunt around on his sliding prick.