Caleb rolls over, and as the two are struggling again, manages to deliver a punch to Dustin's chest.“Fuck you punk—he don't want that wore out hol... of yours—that's why he kicked you out that night” !!Dustin eyes widen at the insult, and he returns with a jab to Caleb's stomach.I couldn't help but start laughing—I mean two dudes are fighting over me !“Thought ur ass was sposed to be str8 yo”! Shouts Dustin.“Ya—maybe--but he's MY big bro now punk”The wrestle match continues, and Dustin has now. Running the thought of my sensual wife’s ass being stretched by her bastard Black Master right now; I started stroking myself as I watched the movie. It nearly sent me to the edge…Before coming in my hand, I stopped and grabbed the black dildo.I also grabbed the video camera to record my hard anal popping. As I pressed record on, I covered the head of this massive black monster thing with lube, letting let it run down all round, making sure it was properly smeared and lubricated. I sat down. He sported a salad bowl-shaped head of hair and a thick brush of a moustache swept above his lip. He squinted at her.“I, uh… the door was open,” she stammered.“Oh,” he said, putting on his glasses and finally getting a clear look at her, “you answering the ad?”“The ad?”“You’re early. The ad said 4:00.”“What ad?” she insisted.Clearly absorbed in other thoughts, he continued to scan her like a specimen, whistling in appreciation. “Didn’t think we’d get a chick of your calibre for the money we’re. He held her there until the others got into position. Her rear was picked up and placed on top of the second Minotaur, while the first stood behind her exposed and bleeding hole. Her ass was painted red with blood and pain. She begged and pleaded around his mass for them to stop, but she felt the first Minotaur’s girth at her starfish. The blood helped lube the second entry, and in fact made it faster and harder. She screamed louder than before as she felt blood in her mouth form from the pain..