Meanwhile it seemed as if Donna did not even care. He started talking about when he was a little boy and his first Saints football game. I mean honest...y, men are so uncaring. I go to all this trouble of getting a priest to help our marriage and all Doug can do is rant on about football.Aw shit, there I go again I keep slipping into Donna mode. Donna was very happy she claimed to really understand things. He even had the nerve to want to make love. Oh no my mind screamed. I remembered how much. As she a f***eful stream of cum shot into her mouth, she closed it to swallow and a second stream splashed her face. She then put her mouth over the bulbous head and sucked the rest of his cum, which seemed to take forever. She swallowed every drop and told me she liked it better than the first time. From then on she became a cum whore, wanting more and more. She told me it seemed as if she couldn’t get enough. They would always take a shower afterward and she got into golden showers just as. I made my final attempt to protect myself, fighting like a tigress, scratching his face and chest with my nails, but all was useless. He punched me in my stomach and I fell to the floor in defeat, where I stayed on my hands and knees panting and sobbing. The black giant grabbed a handful of lubricating lotion from a nearer cupboard and unceremoniously rubbed it into my tight asshole. I gasped when I felt his rude finger probing my rear entrance."No, please don't do this." I begged him while. You chuckle and turn me around, my ass perfectly flush with you. My hands push against the counter to support myself as you continue your wonderful assault on my body. My eyes close as your lips attack my neck. Your tongue tasting my skin as you nibble down to my shoulder. Your hands lightly tease my nipples through my bra. I can't control my desire anymore. I know I need you inside me right this moment but you won't give in just yet. You want me about to orgasm when you first slide into me..