Instead of pushing Sandy away, he embraces her and her actions. His hand goes to his cock as he eyes wonder over the beautiful dog, glazed with lust. ...hey drops to her mouth and that rough, lapping mouth muscle to is stroking and bathing his sack. He reaches to touch her mouth. His hand smells a lot like pussy from Kennedy. He watches as her tongue come out to touch his fingers. He circles her mouth before sliding a finger slowly into her mouth. That’s it, this is all it takes. His hand grasps. Push me farther for your enjoyment. Make me truly submit. Use me. Torment me to your satisfaction because it is solely about your pleasure not mine. Not because Ive made you unhappy. Not even because being beat is good for me, however, good it is, but because you enjoy it. Because it excites you to turn my skin red each time you lash me. Revel in your power at making me squirm and forcing me to beg for another whipping. I have been fighting myself all day not to beg, but I cant take it anymore.. I was breathing fast from the intensity of the penetration then Harry started to fuck me. Within a couple of strokes he was fucking my ass very hard not giving me a chance to get used to his wonderful cock. I was making all kinds of noises and grunts as he fucked me hard. I could really feel him inside as he would fill me up then pull out. He then pulled out all the way with a small pop. Relief came to my sphincter for a minute or so as Harry took a break. Harry then pushed is hard. The queen size bed had been shoved up against the wall and the mattress was askew from the box spring. A bedside lamp was lying on the floor, broken. Even the bathroom mirror was broken with fresh blood on it. Stone had never seen such carnage in his whole life. It looked as though he must have chased his girlfriend around the small one bedroom apartment before he killed her. There was one long empty box lying on the floor next to the sofa. An open box of shotgun shells was lying next to it,.