I kneel, with him behindme. He pushes me down hard. I can feel his cock pushing against my slit. Heleans over me and whispers, "You want the Dog?" "Ye..." Ianswer. "Then I will take you as my namesake." At that he thrustshimself into me. Impaling me on his oh so hard and throbbing cock. My faceis pushed into the ground, but all I can feel is him inside me. Filling meup. His tip pressing against my cervix. It feels as if I may bust. His handsgrab my hips and I already have to fight not to cum.. Most of them were the victims and by-products of the Mexican drugwars. All of them were burning with anger and vengeance, just likeDiego. And most importantly, all of them were men.For Pedro Diaz, women had always been the less reliable and easilymanipulated gender. Those who knew his way of thinking and the style ofall his business dealing would label him as the ultimate sexist. Thebetrayal of his mother and later, his lover helped shaped that form ofideology. However, it was not to say that. Margaret lowered her head, burying her face between Pattys thighs. She pressed her mouth to the blondes wet, tasty fuck hole. The next thing Patty knew, the counselor had begun to lick and suck. Hungrily Margaret sluiced her tongue up and down Pattys throbbing fuck hole, eagerly lapping the cunt cream from the folds of Pattys pussy. Patty instantly felt her pussy growing even hornier, oozing a heavy flow of fuck oils onto the counselors tongue. Margaret slid her hands up higher, peeling open. Sky high. There had been rumors that he used some sort of weird drug cocktail to enhance his performance. Not that there was anything wrong with his normal performance, but because he wanted to juice it to totally unreal levels. Anyhow, there he was, standing by her table after the show, glassy-eyed, and a bit unsteady on his feet. "Grab onto my arm and I'll help you," she said.Lisa just happened to be in full body-armor that night. On the outside, butch -- totally butch -- in a hardened.