Nathanial, my wife masturbates to your pictures every day. She wants your cock but she likes to be taken."Nathanial roughly turned me around and bent ...e over the car. My husband told me to hunch my ass and part my legs. I pleaded,"Not here like this."Nate grabbed my hand and used it to rub his crotch. I really couldn't believe that this was happening to me. I yelled,"Stop it! Get off me! I'll never fuck some filthy nigger."He kept kissing my neck, rubbing my breasts with his hand, and using his. When she opened them, there was desire more than warmth. "Now, Dom. I need you now." She rubbed her leg against his and arched her hips. With a shuddering breath, he reached into a drawer and found a condom. Resenting the time it took to slide it on, he turned back to her and gave her another passionate kiss. He laid back and pulled her over him. "I need to see you," he said by way of explanation. She nodded and moved, gasping when he thrust inside her. "Oh, God, Lani." He kept her still for a. I tried to scream, but all that escaped my mouth was silence. It kept driving forward, making painful, slow progress up my dry passage. It thrusted and thrusted again, forcing my body to rub painfully against the hard wooden floor. It constantly hammered my sore pussy, tearing the sensitive tissue in my cunt. My head felt light, and I felt like I was going to throw up as it slammed into me so hard.Still it got deeper, forcing the slimey thing to slam into my cervix with each thrust. It slammed. Do you like it?” He said as she took a bigger bite of the sandwich and nodded before devouring the sandwich like she hadn’t eaten for days. Thinking about it logically, he thought it could be entirely possible she hadn’t eaten for days considering the story he told her about her enslavement as he thoughtfully ate his breakfast and drank his coffee. At least she seemed to like what he chose for them as she started to tear into the second sandwich and thought it was probably good he had bought.