Then shove your cock up into my ass next to the can and make me scream in pain. Fill me. Stretch my little asshole wide open and fuck me with that big...fucking soup can. Fuck me in my ass, Papi. Shove that can up my asshole. I’m ready. Give it to me. Papi”And he did. He eased the can, first one side and then he twisted it as if screwing it into her asshole until the top of the can was completely inside the opening of her asshole. “Oh yes, Papi likes that. It looks great. Your asshole is. He was trying to pick up on me thinking I was a hooker or something. Being a casino town, it was not too far fetched that a woman walking alone at 1 am was a working girl. finally he figured out that I wasn't selling what he wanted to buy and he left me alone in search of a more willing target. I made a right on the highway, picking up the pace a bit and headed for home. I was thrilled that I was mistaken for a woman, even a hooker, but relieved that he gave up and did not find out that I was a. What the hell, he thought. I might as well see if I can pick up any country-raised, corn-fed girls at the fair.After paying his parking fee, Anthony walked along with what appeared to be half the state's population down the wide boulevard of the state fair. It was nothing like he'd remembered from growing up, although the enormous lot full of campers was still there, as was the cow made entirely of butter, but unlike what Anthony had grown up with, the fair now seemed to have been entirely. When you come inside me, it'll be strengthened tenfold". As you straddle your legs around mine and move towards me my mind clears up a little. "Why am I here? What am I doing here?" goes through my mind as you slowly lower yourself. The tip of my cock parts your labia as you sigh and slowly lower your womanhood around my shaft. A slight panic sets in as I realize what you just said. Your weight pressing down on me makes me unable to move however. And the feeling of my manhood inside you quickly.