I fuck it till you beg me to fuck, so start begging , bitch'. I said nothing as Chris started to grind into my butt again and his cock started to hard...n. I thought to myself 'what have I gotten into, this bastard is gonna fuck me again so soon'. My butt hole and Chris's cock was making all kinds of wet, slurping, smacking sounds as he continued his ravage attack. Whimpering and groaning was all I could do as I laid there defenseless to his attack. I could hold back no longer and begin to cry. An hour must have passed by my reckoning, it was visibly night time and the scariest thing thus far far was the not even chilling breeze that passed through the cracks in the house. At that point I decided to cut my losses and call it a night, I knew that it couldnt be as bad as people said it was. Clearly they just had an overactive imagination, or outright lied about it hearing stories from others. I made my way back down the hall and got to the front doors. I reached for the handle and. She began rapidly thrusting her larger teats into the redhead's now jiggling orbs, taking delight in the girl's quiet gasps and grunts. The smile on Cindy's face had disappeared, and it was starting to look like the older - and presumably more experienced - titfighter had already gained the upper hand.On the couch, Marcus' hand had found its way to his crotch. He rubbed his arousal distractedly while watching the busty women fight over him, scarcely believing his good luck. Earlier that day,. She had, at first, his stirring in the early dawn bringing her into the new day, the two of them doing the morning chores together. Soon, though, his wife had realized she did not HAVE to do so. That, in fact, her help in the kitchen and with other chores Zak did not take part in demanded she begin the day's activities well rested. So, it was Zak alone who pushed back the covers, braving the cold air.VERY cold air.Yawning, bare feet moving quickly over the cold stone, Zak made his way into the.