Abby couldn’t believe what she was seeing. “We actually have 3 available holes right here and I’d be willing to let you take your pick.”
Abby shrieked a no in protest but Mason was stepping on her neck again halting the sound. I’m sorry to see a military man like yourself has fallen on hard times.”
“Well, it’s not to bad out here son, but I appreciate your kindness. He would do it too. It was her greedy pussy that gave him access to her fantasies. Only thing I miss these days is a tight hole for good ol’ Johnson,” he said while grabbing the erection that tented his sweats. He grabbed the hair in a tight fist and Abby sat back on her knees and opened her mouth wide, already crying from the putrid smell. No one else could know what a slut she was. “By all means pet you can,” he said while grabbing her long hair as a makeshift leash and leading the way.
