P: Tink, I think I’m gonna give you a lot of that mana. Tink buries her face in his urethra, plugging the hole. She closes her eyes and awaits the i...evitable. P: Tink, here it comes!Semen rushes to her face, invading her mouth, nostrils, throat and lungs, before filling up her stomach. Peter keeps her pinned down. Still she clings to his cock with all her might. More semen works its way into her guts. The size of her stomach pushes her away. Peter repositions and pins down her head. Her legs. “Here let me help you” said dad as he moved next to the bed and sat down He lowered his head and kissed the head of my cock tasting my precum, then pushed his lips over my cock and down my shaft. “Mmm fuck yes” I uttered I lifted dads head looked him in the eyes and asked him to finger my butt hole, as I found it a turn on watching him and John doing it the other night. “If your sure, I will take my time with you” he. ? Juan struggled against the bonds yet he couldn’t break free.She sneered. ?Struggle and fight little bitch.?He looked at her with disdain, attempting to curl his lip upward in a snarl despite the ball gag. ?Oh, right. In your culture it’s not nice to call men bitches. Except that’s exactly what you are, little Mexican. A bitch boy. Hey,? she chuckled to herself, ?that’s a neat name. Guess we’re going to call you that from now on.? She waved the dildo in front of him, pressing it. The coffee was already cooling. She looked up at him. His face changed as she looked at it. Was it disappointment or relief? She couldn’t tell. She turned and wandered back through the kitchen to the laundry. She tossed the clothes into the washer and listened. The old house creaked at his heavy footfalls. It hadn’t had such heavy steps on the second floor in a long time. She tried not to cry. She fixed a second cup of coffee and caught her breath before going upstairs. She found his jeans. He.