Fuck the shit out of him. This k** just loves getting reamed. Bury it up his young, funky ass! The more you give him the more he craves it." Uh huh! S...am it inside me, stud! God, I can't believe how fuckin' big you are. And how fuckin' thick!" I grabbed his buns and spread 'em so I could watch my dick bust his asshole wide open. I loved the sight of his butthole stretched to the limits, wrapped tightly around the thick girth of my shaft. I think Hank liked the sight too. He got up off the couch. I could hear him under the soft music sometimes getting up to get more wine.We had exchanged messages for quite some time before agreeing to meet – or, rather, before I agreed to meet. It had taken me time to feel confident and secure enough to let others see me this way – truth be told, I still didn’t feel confident for this meeting. Closing one eye to carefully apply a winged eyeliner with a hand that trembled a bit, I remembered how we would get into intense chat sessions that left my. ’ His tone was as harsh as his knocking. ‘Leave me the fuck alone.’ He growled, kicking the door. ‘Open the fucking door right fucking now. Don’t make me take the hinges off, I’ll fucking do it Madi.’ He heard the bolt being pulled and the door opened. ‘Who the fuck do you think you’re talk-‘ Her sentence ended abruptly, as though someone had ripped the sound right out of her throat, her mouth left hanging open as stared at the blade Darren held between his fingers. She sputtered, shock and. There hadn’t been anything wrong with my setup, it had been Knepper’s ankle that had sold me out. That’s the thing about football, you can be absolutely right, and still get your lights knocked out, because there are so many variables out of your control. I should’ve learned to play tennis, then when I got beaten, I’d have no one to blame but myself. This wasn’t turning into a good day. First I had to deal with Red, then my plans to nap were foiled by those two lovebirds, now I was going to.