Brian smiled at me and I followed him outside, closing the door behind me. Brian and I talked about what had happened in our lives over the last few w...ek, expressing how much we missed one another. We walked into the woods, down the dirt path we'd created over the past several years, Brian and I loved swimming. I walked in front of him, he commented a few times about my cute ass and I was all the more happy with the attention he gave me. I swayed my butt a little more so I could show off, he. "[Manuel...---...game...---...---...--...---...funny, ---...---...---].Manuel wanted to scream, he wanted to tell Carlos that he had invokedsomething horrible, something that was destroying him, but the words heneeded to do so were beyond him, they swirled at the edge of his mind likephantoms, too few of them left within his reach to assemble anythingbeyond the basest broken fragments of language, unless..."Carlos, I'm not playing a game. Please you have to believe me." Manuelsoftly cried in. Now bitch, you can rest for a minute. After a minute or so, she said, “Now time for the best part.” She began a slow rythem of fucking. At first it was slow the her thrusts became more rapid. Blood was on the dildo shaft as she pulled it out. “Ha, looks like this bitch is bleeding. Well too bad.” Ms. Jessica began getting into a rythem in his mouth. He was being double-fucked and hard. His screams were muffled by the hard cock in his mouth. Anglica continued her assault onto his ass. She fucked. He pulls me down on the bed, spreads my legs and positions his throbbing cockhead at the entrance to my wet pussy. I look down and he’s so big and rock hard and so ready to fuck. I sucked him so good that he’s really, really hard. And so big. Fuck, that's hot. The photographer snaps away as my ex’s big, fat cockhead pierces my pussy lips. I lose my breath, squirm and moan with anticipation. But he stops. The photographer encourages him to get the monster inside me, but he waits, with 99% of his.