Was it somebody’s birthday? He felt the young girl’s throat muscles swallowing, milking his shaft. She relaxed her jaw and throat and waited as they drained into her tummy. Her heavy breasts gently rising and falling, shiny with drool and jizz. “It’d kill her man.” Answered John between soft grunts, “I don’t think she’d last a month.”
“Naw man look at her she’s built to take dick. Her world grew quieter, the sucking and slurping and gagging noises having relented for the moment. She was a spoiled brat that had never been challenged in even the smallest ways. He was more than a little curious about Ted’s mysterious disappearance from their local watering hole last month. John grinned as he continued to move forward. He laughed and resumed his brutal pace, the young girl’s face red from the fucking and the tight leather collar slowly strangling her. What John saw next would be forever burned into his mind. Ted smiled and gave her ass a sharp smack leaving another red mark.