Yes, Sir…Master! He groaned plaintively, almost as if in anguish, as Neka pushed on Jennifer’s shoulders, forcing the brunette to slam her pussy all the way down until her pubic muff and Scott’s rubbed together, their bodies fully joined. In the background Scott was momentarily distracted as the pale-skinned, big-breasted girl named Amanda cried out. “My name is Scott. That is option one.”
Scott frowned, confused. I can’t stop myself. Fuck her hard.”
“Please, no. Please.”
The General popped another morsel into his mouth. “Don’t go to sleep on us, baby.” It was Neka’s voice, sultry and filled with promise. Even Scott’s lovemaking as his stallion-like strongest, with his cock plunging into her core, even that was nothing like this. Suddenly Scott saw the glint of a wickedly sharp knife in Kunto’s delicate hands. “Good, the three of you will join me for the evening meal. He pressed the barrel of the gun into Amy’s closely shaved pubic muff as she kept humping the whirring cock.
