"You want cunt, boy?" Karen whispered in a husky voice. "Ummm? Do you want that nice big prick stuck up my hot, wet fuckhole?"Rover yelped with enthus...asm, and his hairy cockstalk bucked in her fist. Karen's hand slid up his prick and caressed his slick red crown. Preliminary spunk bubbled from his pisshole and she rubbed it into his slippery fuckmeat with her thumb. She brushed her forefinger against the sensitive spot where his cockhead flared out from his shaft and the thick vein spread into. “ From that day on, we had the probably unhealthiest relationship you could possibly imagine,” said Matt, “it was a genuine love-hate relationship. We'd be hurting each other, picking on each other, saying things to each other just to find sexual release together. It was a truly sick relationship. Wrong... twisted... sordid... We gradually broke each other until we found us forced to go separate ways. We had this kind of relationship for over three years, slowly squelching each other. It was. Again, I was parking in the driveway, but now there were two other cars parked there too. It was probably Terry’s roommates, I thought. I opened the door, expecting to find something going on, but the roommates were sitting in the living room.They both jumped to their feet, and one of them produced a bat so fast, it looked like a scene from a movie. “Who the fuck are you?” they both asked. Bat-guy pointed the bat at my face as he closed the gap.“Oh, I’m Bella’s husband...”“We don’t know any. I really missed her for those two weeks. Right before she left, she asked me not to call her. When I asked her why I couldn't, she finally told me about her boyfriend back home. She called me, several times while she was back in Los Angeles. She had told me that she was planning on breaking up with her boyfriend, but felt she needed to do it in person. I agreed with her. Something like that needed to be done face to face.When she got back, she admitted that she hadn't broken up with him. We had.