MY DONKEYS MUST HAVE SOME OF THAT STUFF The Don then gave a fist pump and exclaimed, Damned Raul that does it. I am completely satisfied that we have ...ound the perfect body matched up with the perfect slutty mind so, no matter what it takes, I must have her to give to my donkeys so they can nail her good and give her the damndest serial gang-banging shes ever had, while we have the pleasure of watching her get all of the king-sized cockmeat shoved into her that the cheating Cunt could ever. I better get a move on,” and sat up stretched and headed for the shower. Honest to God. Hand on the ass, but eyes on the prize. What can I say? I love this man. I really do. Or that’s what I keep telling myself. I’m actually not entirely sure anymore. I’m comfortable with him, is more like it. And I’ve seen what my divorced women friends are going through. Is that enough to make me stay with Scott for the rest of my life, though. That is the million dollar question. Not sure. Don’t want to. "Are you sure? Perhaps it would be better if you let a little time pass, let him calm down some more." David and his sister had arrived at Darla's house only to find it vacant. Carol was tending little George, and Darla was determined to communicate with Steve."Uh-uh. Now, David. Please."David phased out and hovered over Steve. He was sitting at a bar, tossing back a drink. He chased whatever had been in the shot glass with a gulp of beer."Another," Steve said to the bartender, his voice. Diana sobbed as his cock thrust up her arse again and again, her sobs excited him and he twisted her nipples painfully as he buggered her arse. Seeing her capitulating to him, made him come sooner than intended and he grunted as his cum shot up her arse hole. He pulled his cock out and slapped her naked trembling arse hard, leaving a red handprint. ‘Your arse hole is getting so loose, I may go back to fucking your hairy cunt.’ She lay bent over the table sobbing broken heartedly, as Charlie.