You’re my stud cock and I’m your man pussy. Oh, fuck me, sir, fuck me,” I said as he plowed into me harder with each plunge. Then he would sla... me again, harder than before. Peter was getting more and more excited, but still didn’t want to cum too quickly in his newfound man whore. He was going to enjoy this ass. It had been sometime since he had fucked any pussy or ass, especially a man’s ass. Most of his women couldn’t take his big cock. Only a whore he would occasionally visit in. No longer could she boast that her blonde hair was all her own. No longer did all her assets stay in their assigned places without artificial support. No longer was her primary cosmetic goal seduction; it was frankly camouflage.Sure, she had done all her exercises and eaten right and all that. Not an ounce of fat on her. But what was the use of looking after your outsides when your insides were falling apart? Which was four: that damn operation. Why didn't Teri need an operation? She'd let. She measured 38GG - 34 waist - 44 ass. She had skin tight brown pants and a white blouse that was stretched out but could not hide her huge juggs. I saw she had the same jar the first women had collected my semen in and I figured she was there to get some more. I smiled and watched her take off her clothes. She had tiny feet with pink painted toe nail and a small rose tattoo on her ankle. She had big meaty thighs and a huge ass that was tan to match her body. She had two big fat nipples on her. I imagined what would have happened if I hadn't locked the door. What if someone walked in? What if someone watched while Kate's big tits bounced under her dress? What if they saw my cock stretching her tight, hairy pussy? My thoughts got dirtier and dirtier. What if someone walked into the bathroom right now? The door is right behind me so the first thing they'd see is my back, Kate's feet locked around my waist. Between my legs they'd see my balls slapping against her ass. They'd see her tiny.