A young man was sitting behind the desk and he looked up as Peter came into the room."Yes sir? Can I help you?" I hope so. I'm Peter Parker and I'm wi...h the Daily Bugle. I was wondering if Mr. Kraven could spare a minute or two of his time. We want to do a story on him." I'm not sure he can see you right now. He and our talent coordinator are busy plugging up a few holes that came up in relation to a movie Mr. Kraven is making. Why don't you take a seat and I'll go see if he can break. Hubert had commissioned the statue so that it could substitute for Julietta whenever she was unavailable because it was that time of the month. The servants would pour warm water through the statue’s orifices before Hubert would mount it, screwing either her mouth or her pussy. Once he had finished the servants would rinse through the statue to clean it for Hubert’s next ride. Julietta, described by the poor relation as ‘that Italian hussy’, would sometimes assist Hubert to achieve coition with. Lynda moaned louder and begged him to fuck her harder. “Oh yes, please fuck me harder, make me your cock slut.” Her dirty talk was turning Giovanni on so much he soon lost himself in the heat and careless abandon of the moment. ‘Maria would never talk dirty in bed, never like this hot slut.’ He thought, regretting the conservative attitude of his uptight, mass-going Italian wife. “Oh, you’re so hot! You’re such a hot a bitch in heat Lynda!” he whispered almost out of breath as he rammed his. Her body contorted like she was possessed. Only her bondage kept her in place. He kept fucking her pushing harder and harder still. Pumping his rock solid 7.5' cock into her petite 95lbs body. Bam bam bam bam bam bam, he could hear the sound of himself slamming into her with each thrust. His head pounding againsts her cervix pushing it inward to make space for his length. Her body now moving like she's having a seizure. She could feel his cock slamming into her cervix hard. He kept.