“It’s cool, Daddy!”“Good!”WHAP. WHAP. WHAP.Moritz grabbed a handful of Paprika’s twists. “I want that pussy booty now!”“Yes, sir,”...the caramel-skinned bottom purred.He put Paprika on his back and gripped the punk’s neck. He entered the the tight hole as he choked the fuck puppet. “You’re my bitch, faggit! Open that boipussy up for Daddy!”“Unnnnh,” murmured Paprika.“You like this big dick, don’t you faggit?”“Yes, sir! I do!”“That pussy real tight on my dick too!”“Fuck me!”“Yeah! Fuckin’ you like. Smash! groan. The little duet between theSlaughter-of-the-End-Tables in the living room, and the union of lovers inthe kitchen continued for some minutes. Then Bill returned, sweating, outof breath, his anger spent. Sharon was on top of her mother, savoring theolder woman's afterglow. She turned to face her father and accidentallyknocked a napkin holder onto the floor with her elbow. It fell with aclatter. So did Bill, out cold on the kitchen floor. "Oopsies," said Sharon. Later, as Bill. I didn't want to,but I looked down and freaked out when I saw the implant was only halfwayin. I closed my eyes as he continued to stuff it into me. My right lungfelt like it was going to collapse and even through the numbness, it feltlike my skin was going to tear. Finally, all movement stopped. Thecompressed feeling and tightness of the skin remained, but the implantwas no longer being pushed. They stuffed some gauze under that "breast",and began cutting open my other one. This time, when they. “I'll pull out right now if you moo Sarah” he reiterates. Strattling my body; his cock now fully buried in my ass. Its a battle of wills and its only one word I need to say to end this entire situation. The conflict in my mind overwhelms me and somehow, him taking my ass seems easier than following a small directive. I lay silent with tears slipping down my cheeks. He begins to fuck me. Slowly at first, and I am forced to submit to Him. Part of me torn and pissed off as hell, the other part of.