I reach out to grab Donna, her warm p***y juice still fresh on my lips, but she practically jumps out of her skin getting away from me. My c**k is still rock hard, and truthfully, I could bust at any second.
“The f**k are you doing?” I growl as she fumbles with her shirt, eventually tying it in the middle. It keeps her plump, gorgeous t**s in, but just barely. It just shouldn’t be possible to be as gorgeous as she is.
“Is this your game?” she asks me, flustered as hell and just as sexy. “You pick up poor, helpless girls at your shop, con them into coming back to your house and then you stick that big monster in them and split them in two?”
I burst out laughing. I have to. If she only knew that I hadn’t had a single girl back here – not one – in the last two years. I doubt she’d even bel
