This caused Cheryl’s supple body to follow along. A sickening feeling of dread immediately washed over Jim. He started swinging his hips from side to side. Jim could only listen to his wife’s groans. Tito paused his thrusting momentarily but kept his cock buried inside her. “Please not my baby,” Becky prayed to herself. “Boss, these tits are really talking to me,” he said. Manuel was trying to loop a rope around her free arm. Looking back as the front door closed, Jim noticed the car was gone, and the barn door being drawn closed by the other two men. This caused her ass to flare back towards him. “Boss, these tits are really talking to me,” he said. Andy jerked his hips back and flipped his limp cock back on top of Becky’s belly. “We are not rich people.” “Please, why are you doing this?”
Becky was just babbling on now, maybe just trying to calm herself. A pool of blood had collected on the floor, oozing from a nasty gash on the side of his head. Having no way to protect his face, he slammed face-first on the hardwood. Andy punched around to find the record mode.
