And then Didi was fucking her, in the driving rain. Longer, harder strokes. Snapping her hips at the apex of each hard, savage thrust. The sheer ferocity of her fucking pushing Fran forward against the cold wet metal of the car.
There was no let up. This was raw fucking at its best.
She used the weight of her upper body to press down on Fran and bent her so far forward that her massive tits were pushed flat on the bonnet and her full ass stuck up lewdly into the air. When Fran's head bounced and slid painfully against the bonnet, she dragged it up by the hair and continued to pummel her without breaking stride.
Fran found herself wondering if Didi was always like this—a fucking machine that showed no signs of fatigue. She had no idea how long the ferocious onslaught lasted but every second made her heart beat even faster. Didi took her through orgasm after orgasm without even drawing breath and she lost count of how many times she came.
Then the ebony skinned woman was growling in her ear.
"I am going to enjoy making this pussy mine..."
"I'm going to film you baby. Yeah? You'd like that, Fran...?"
"A permanently horny slut to use how I choose..."
The words did their work every bit as much as the driving piece of black meat inside her tight pussy. They echoed through the darkness, bounced around Fran's mind, until she felt like she was blacking out.
Only then did Didi slow the pace, eventually pulling her still hard cock from Fran's body and turning her around. As Fran stared into those hungry eyes, Didi roughly gripped her soaked-through dress down and ripped it apart. Her hands reached for Fran's wet bra and dragged the cups upwards, exposing her huge, milky breasts to the driving rain.
"Well, well, will you look at those," she rasped, licking her lips as if she were ready to devour the feast on offer.
She pulled the snapped straps from Fran's body and discarded the bra onto the muddy ground beside them. Her dark fingers twisted the girl's swollen nipples as she closed in for a sex-fuelled kiss.
