Keep it up,” Rex grunted. “Yes please, you want more?” Rex bellowed. With a plaintive wail that turned into a muffled protest, the dirty blonde finally resumed smothering her fiancé’s shaft. He was a man on a mission – an ass mission. “Less bitching and more sucking, whore. Please stop!”
She wept now as Rex kept on pushing, thrusting his cock with unrelenting force against that tight, silver dollar coin-sized hole. She came up off of sucking her lover’s cock and squealed, “Please, it hurts! Then I heard her groan – a plaintive, pain-wracked sound as she felt Rex’s cock insistently pushing against her back door for admittance. He was a man on a mission – an ass mission. The young man – I remembered from his ID that his name was Ricky – now opened his one good eye and stared in horror at his fiancée’s pretty face bobbing up and down his manhood. EEEeeee!” The blonde’s squeal turned into a tea kettle-like shriek as he pulled harder on her hair. Are you ready to watch? “Beg for me to ass-fuck you, whore.
