He inched towards her hole and began circling around her hood. He began to rub his dick against her clit to incite quiet moans and sudden jerks. “Wa...t, Andy- I.” Then, he pulled back and thrusted into her with all his might. Ava yelped from the pain, she could have sworn her insides were being torn and penetrated. Tears began to come out her eyes. “God, you’re so fucking tight.” Andy grunted, he took her hands and pinned her down on the hood of the car and prepared again to thrust deeper into. I kept my eyes closed to imagine it as the fantasy it seemed. It was the image I saw in the mirror behind him that excited me more than anything. I got the urge to masturbate to the fantasy of what was happening. I studied myself in the mirror and watched my hands glide over my body, down over my breasts, my abdomen, my pubic mound and then, separating my thighs, feeling the heat on the inside of them. I was learning by the second and by the inch about a sexuality I never knew existed. I. Standing there, having gotten my wife hooked on a nasty drug, trying to stare me down. Probably a terrified customer in her basement. I took two steps, grabbed her by the hair, and as she yelped, dragged her into the living room and threw her onto a couch. She took a deep breath, getting ready to scream, and I pointed my nine millimeter at her. Her eyes got wide, her hand dived into her cunt, and she began to work her cunt. Oh fuck, rape me you cocksucker, keep the gun out, jesus, nice fucking. My fingers reach out and massage her back, feeling her relax under my touch. I nibble her ear and smear some lube upon her buttocks, spreading it between her cheeks. I raise my hand and spank hard. “You like that?” An answer comes in the form of a moan and I take that as a sign that she wants more. My wicked grin spreading across my face, I know that I'm about to totally own her arse right now. I spank her again, feeling the warmth of the lube and the smack on my hand, knowing she must be.