She wondered if her horrid boss would ever be satisfied as she now felt his fingers delving into her ravaged cunt lips. Trish guessed it was about fourteen inches long and as thick as the large end of a beer bottle. Garland!” Artie ordered. It feels like a horse… He knew that he was hurting her, especially the way she was sobbing and moaning, along with the way her taunt body fought to resist his penetration. As they climbed Trish felt Mr. Lifting her lips off the thick cockhead, mouth full of cum, Trish had an odd feeling come over her. Garland! Oh, suck it, baby! Gibson’s office, Trish Garland nervously entered, closing the glass partitioned door behind her approached her boss’s desk. Mr. You can fuck me with your big cock anytime you want.”
“I will fuck you anytime I want, but you’re not coming with me. She would do anything, suck his cock, fuck his friends, anything! Look at it!” was all Trish could say. Of course eventually Trish kicks her husband’s wimpy ass to the
