All you can think about is fucking her senseless.You knock on the window, and it slowly lowers. You peek inside and see her, even more radiant in pers...n than you could have imagined. Her silky brown hair is tied up into a knot, revealing her slender neck. She's wearing a white dress with an open back that hugs her perfect form tightly.“H-Hi.” You stutter, trying not to be too obvious as you check her out.“Hello.” She answers politely, but you can tell she doesn't want to be bothered.“Here. I've. Glancing at the mirror, she noticed the large black and blue fingerprints on her arm and another on her jaw line. Not remembering she only wore a nightshirt that came down to just her thighs, Angela stumbled into the kitchen. She found Jack standing by the stove, cooking eggs. She stood in the doorway for a short time, watching him. Jack’s muscled, tanned, shirtless back faced her. His jeans rode low on his narrow hips and his feet were bare. As Angela watched him, Jack ran his hand through his. "It's time to continue, slut." You say, almost lovingly."Yes, sir." Get on the edge of the bed on all fours." You grab the larger plug.You stand behind me, rubbing my ass. You grab the plug in my ass. "Give it here" you say, as you pull lightly. I feel it pop out, satisfyingly to be honest. I feel a lubed tip press against my asshole again, the next plug. You continue to press it into my ass as I groan and stretch. "Very good" you say as it settles into place. "Would you like to be fucked now,. Stop that blubbering. You got laid. Thats a good thing. It was another man. This time she could make out his features better. He was older – he looked twenty something and he was there with a younger friend. They were both drinking beers. The older man had blonde hair like hers, but the younger one had a familiar orange tint. The blonde was leaning against the truck and running a hand up and down her thigh. The ginger was eating her up with his eyes. Now, now. he continued, before climbing onto.