The first time feeling his huge c**k up my ass was agonizing beyond anything I’d felt before. I was sure that he’d torn something inside me, that I might actually be dying. And yet even as he thrust his way to climax, he’d used his thumb up inside my sopping-wet cunt to bring me to a climax so intense that I saw stars in front of my eyes, briefly dancing on the edge of unconsciousness even as I felt his organ spurt deep up inside my rectum.
After that, he f****d me up the rear at least three or four times a week.
It almost seemed as if the two of us were inseparable, as if I were an extra limb. Yet he barely seemed to acknowledge me, whether others were around or not. Take a memo, Miss Grey. Get the Western Dynamics File for October, Miss Grey. Bend over and spread your ass, Little Lady.
