It was cold outside. The Hurricane was waiting for Tina. Told her to be there at 8. But as usual, Tina was having trouble tearing her fingers away from her dripping pussy.
"Just a second more, and I'll, I'll, unh! oh! oh fuck" she grunted as her fingers brought her to a quick, shuddering halt. She lay in bed naked, listening to the wind outside as she caught her breath as the sweat trickled around her firm thighs. Her broken window let a gust of air blast over her body, and her blush-pink nipples twisted into erect points.
"7:52! shit!" The Hurricane wouldn't hesitate to punish her for being late, so Tina jumped up, her ass jiggling as she hopped over to the closet. Carefully, she pulled puffy earmuffs over her soft curls. Then a scarf, wrapped around her neck, draping over her slender, strong back.
Stepping into her boots, she realized her socks weren't exactly clean. She'd just cum while wearing the pair she'd meant for the hurricane to break in. 8:00. Quickly, she grabbed the wool stretched around her calf and began yanking the sock over her leg, her ankle, her arched foot. As she pulled it off, the cold air hit her legs. Selecting a new pair of turquoise thigh-highs, she dipped her feet into the polyester, sliding the elastic up her legs, her pussy wet from all the attention.
The Hurricane lived just a few houses down, and Tina, wearing only socks, a scarf and earmuffs, had been instructed to show up ready to be fucked. stepping into her boots, she was ready. 'Thank god it's dark outside,' she muttered, still unsure about the prospect of walking naked through the neighborhood on such a cold night.
The Hurricane glanced at the clock when she heard the knock at the door. 8:12. 'The girl's gonna get it,' she smiled to herself. The Hurricane opened the door to see her girl standing in the winter night, shivering so that her small tits were bouncing, and her nipples had never looked so hard.
The Hurricane stepped outside, shutting her front door. "You're late." Tina's eyes widened.
