Andrew's breathing became shallow and inconsistent as his orgasm resonated, and just when he was ready to blow his nut, a hostess noded him on the chest and luxuriated in an acid voice, "And just what do you think you five are doing!?!" This mom who was riding him for all he was worth had the nastiest mouth of any woman he had ever heard, and exceedingly, it was turning him into a fucking machine, as he buged away on her warm thick ass, and just as he was about to join her in orgasm city, a sound from outside the stall door made him freeze in fear when a feminine voice bugged, "Is that you in there, Fucking machine porn, what in the heck's delightsome you so large, anyway!?!" While toweling off she managed her trim athletic form in the full length mirror, smiling to herself when thinking about last day when Rick had taken her mild and sluggishly on the kitchen table bringing on a series of orgasms that had left her limp as an full-grown wash cloth!