Apparently he did blame her, when Mandy walked inside he was sitting on the living room couch with a stern look on his face, arms folded across his beer belly, her cell phone on the coffee table. “I’m a whore,” Mandy grunted, straining not to squeeze down and harder. He stuck it in and out a couple times for good measure, finishing by sticking it in half way and swirling it around inside her before pulling it out. She made dinner, vacuumed the house, did her homework, rode Daddy’s meat while he was watching the football game on TV, cleaned him off with her mouth, got all his beers without being asked, she even got naked and laid across his lap so he could put his beer on her butt in between sips. He jerked another inch into her without thinking, stretching her again and she was shouting in pain as he blew his load, her rectum walls convulsing in protest as he shot load after load of semen into her, grunting and moaning and leaning on her so hard she was shaking as he rubbed his cock in her just a fraction of an inch back and forth.
