your balls as she slowly picks up her pace. She can't support herself, though, and falls against you; her cow tits slide up and down on your chest now, smearing her own wetness into your skin, soiling her blouse. She never stops riding you.
She grabs your hair now with both hands and kisses you roughly, breathing deeply, and doesn't seem to care that her dirty feet were all over you just moments prior. Her tongue is wanton and insistent in your mouth, more vicious even than Whitney, if that's possible - and she lets herself drool freely, her viscous saliva pouring in rivulets to the back of your throat.
"I'm gonna--" You groan, pulling your lips back from her rapacious kiss.
"Oh no you don't--" Rose says, reaching back to grab your balls again. She wants to really leave you in agony. But she miscalculated: she didn't tie your hands down.
You grab both her wrists, and hold them tight. You fuck back against her now, your hips slamming against hers, the bedsprings squealing beneath you. She can only twist and writhe while you pound her.
"An--An--Anon--!" she cries, her voice jittery with the force of your strokes. "You-- you can't-- it's not--"
You're too far gone to care. You let go of Rose's hands and pull her face to yours - this time it's your tongue raping her mouth.
"Not-- mmf--" she tries to warn you between your probing kisses. "Issh-- nooot shafe--"