He spat on my hairy asshole. His hot rod struggled a little but it was inside my asshole.It made me scream louder but I controlled by grabbing a pillo... and screaming with it on my face. The dick going inside my tight asshole made tears coming out of my eyes. I tried to free myself but he grabbed my long braid again. With his every stroke, his rod was going inside more and more.Before I could do anything, he started doing it a little faster which made me again grab the pillow because of the. It was never as exciting as the first timebut it also was never bad. It was the closest thing I had to arelationship with a man. Pretty pathetic, kinky sex with a masked manwho only spoke when given permission. Then again some women might thinkit an ideal relationship.The fourth time we got together, I was in the heat of fucking his headwhen a look of panic came into his eyes, he raised his hand in a stopgesture. I immediately pulled out, and he started to gasp and swallowair, he ripped off the. "This skirt's just an old piece of junk," she panted. "I want you to rip it off."I heard a tearing sound as Megan ripped a huge gash in the skirt, from the center of her spread legs up close to her cunt. A thrill ran through me. I wanted to tear her clothes off!I grabbed hold of Megan's skirt as she crouched forward on all fours. I began to tear, and the abused, bleached denim gave way immediately. I heard a loud ripping and Megan's smooth ass came into view. I ripped harder and the whole skirt. “And he was just being polite.”“Polite enough that it pissed off his wife,” Jake said.“What did she do?” Alice asked.“She started barking at him in French and then stomped off.”“What did she say to him?” Nina asked.“My college French is a little rusty,” Ellen said.“It was something about sniffing and female dogs,” Jake said.“You don’t speak French,” Julie said.It’s worse than that even, Jake sent. I couldn’t even follow their thoughts because they think in French.“True, but I asked several.