Her limbs were contorted at ligament-stretching angles while two male arms were digging inside her cunt up to the elbow. The rest of the sentence would have been something like “…elp me pull those bats out of my ass with more care than when they were shoved in,” but the expelled air didn’t have a particular tone. Yeah, inside and out. Somehow, her son being a perverted dropout was Mindy’s fault. As far as rapes went, she was OK with trading incest trauma for a little bit of comfort. She doesn’t even have the battery power to beg for her life. Unfortunately, the long-awaited nap had to wait. Mom will know who I am.”
“Will she, though? I don’t even get mine repaired when I choke them to death. After her unfortunate kidnapping, flesh-and-blood Mindy was worn out enough to pass for Mike’s old broken-down cum rag. Without ever taking his hands from her breasts, Mike humped her ass like a horny rabbit the entire week of waiting for a replacement.
