He was restless, fidgeting as he stared at my twat. Oh, God, Ashley,” I cried. I knew what he wanted, but my pussy couldn’t take his cock and knot again so soon. It was too late; his fat long cock was pounding my pussy. H,” I said, getting up. I stepped in the shower and washed with cold water, making me feel better. I raised up a bit, not wanting him to bury his bone in my butt, and on his second thrust, he hit paydirt, slamming into my tight snatch. It was hairy, and it was Brutus crawling up my back. Hanson grabbed and threw him outside. I was sobbing in pain when he began to flood my bowels with hot dog cum, his cock jerking with every volley. “Oh, holy fuck, what is that?” I cried. My head shook as Brutus laid his pipe to me, and I heard him panting. “Ow, ow, ow, easy,” I cried.
