‘Fuck my ass. Do it, fuck my ass. Please fuck my ass,’ I pleaded. His cock pushed against my back entrance and I tried to relax myself there to re...eive him, but he felt so big, too big. He grunted and pushed harder still, until I felt my ass being was forced to relent, swallowing the tip of him in one rushed bite. ‘God, you do have a tight little asshole, don’t you?’ It hurt, but at the same time it felt so good that I gave a sound that was a mixed squeal of pain and arousal. He paused there. .He could not feel anything, not his feet, arms, even his body. All he could hear was the relaxing waves reaching the sandy beach, the quiet warm breeze and tropical air. Not to worry they said, that storm isnt a threat in any way they said. Well that probably showed them. It was a stormy night at the airport in L.A. The clouds were threatening and dark, the wind blowed furiosly to the south and thunder clapped everywhere. But the flight to New Zealand wasnt canceled due to the storm, the. "Heyyyyy, how's my favorite son doing?" he answers. You can hear the sound of seagulls and champagne glasses clinking."Dad... Can I ask you something?" Sure son, anything!" Dad... are you out of your GOD DAMN FUCKING MIND?!" you grip the phone so hard that you can hear the plastic cracking."So you've heard?"As if on queue she appears on the doorway of the office. Same smirk on her face. Her arms crossed together, lifting her big bouncy bosoms in her too low cut blouse."Straight from the DEVILS. ’ ‘A bit, Maisie dear?’ Mrs. Barnes gave her daughter a surprised look before leaning towards Alessandro and giving him a conspiratorial wink. ‘She’s just being shy. Maisie liked it so much she saw it twice.’ At that, Mrs. Barnes walked over to the sink, calling over her shoulder, ‘I remember you telling me that you saw it once with Carolina and Gemma, and then didn’t you go with another friend after that?’ Maisie didn’t answer. Instead, she shoved another gigantic piece of quiche in her mouth..