'I guess that was a bit rough'
I thought as I looked at Trisa on the table, her legs spread out, she still having her dress raised above her waist but below her bare naked lower lips open to the outside world with her legs fully spread out but what stands out the most is the soreness in those lips, the wet water like marks, along with the fishy smell everywhere.
And the winning prize in the room was Trisa herself as she lay there immobile in the room, her eyes rolled up into her head, her tongue fully out with saliva dripping down her lips, slow mumbles that no one can make out leaving her lips as he legs in the table kept trembling, I can even see a bit of pee leaving her, little by little her love juice still falling from her sore cunt too.
