The process is repeated again, and again, until the hose from her ass shows clear clean water, and only then does he stop it, deflating the plug and pulling it out, as she now lays exhausted and unable to speak on the table, sweat streaming down her forehead. Her dress, flowing down to her knees, made of sensible cotton, in dark red, swishes softly in the summer breeze. He drives himself deep inside her mouth as she feels her pussy on fire, the strap hitting her dead center on her clit,
the pain shooting through her as he shoves deeper, down her throat, effectively cutting off her scream
“As much as i enjoy anal, i prefer not to get my skin ripped off in a dried ass, so suck and make it wet bitch, for your own good” he grunts as he pulls back, before pushing straight back in, cutting her breath, now fucking her mouth earnestly.
