"What do you want?" her voice snapped him back to the present."Did you get rid of it?" so business-like. When she didn't answer, he reached down and p...aced his hand on her belly and rubbed it. She winced from the pain."Please, don't. I'm still sore" her answer was enough for him. He turned to leave."That's it? You're just going to leave? No jumping on me? No tearing off my clothes? No raping me and then leaving?" she was so angry that the words were rolling off her tongue faster than she could. This part of the day hadn’t gotten easier with the passing of time. If anything it had gotten worse. In the beginning it was as though he was just away on a business trip, but now it was real. Now she knew this was the way it would be every night until she was once again reunited with him. It wasn’t long before the tears started just as they had every night since his death. Tonight it wasn’t just tears. Tonight those tears came from a deep place in her soul. Tonight’s tears were the. Mendoza broke the sated silence. ‘Good god Angel, look what you do to me…’ Ava turned her head to blink at him, eyes wide and bright, her cheeks still flushed. In that innocent look, Mendoza’s body incredibly reacted. Unbelievably he wanted her again. He could feel himself stir, his cock already throbbing and growing. Ava felt him twitch, as he was still deep inside her. She tensed at the feeling, and involuntarily wriggled on him. ‘Ohhh’ Mendoza groaned, almost painfully. Intrigued by his. “You like dis ten-inch dick, dontcha?”“Hell, yes, nigga! I love that big Black dick! Fuck me!”“Got damn, faggit! Dis pussy hole tight and wet as fuck!”“Give it to me, Tyrone!”“Yeah, boo!”Pffffft…Pffffft…Pffffft…Pffffft…Pffffft!“Dat pussy talkin’ to a nigga,” exclaimed Tyrone.“Yeah, nigga,” shrieked Maple. “You got my booty hole open.”“I’m bout to nut in yo’ big fake ass, faggit!”“Oh, daddy!”The father of four erupted a lava flow of cum inside Maple’s boipussy.Spicy was worked up listening to.