And she was dressed primly. Indian sex Fuck me!”
She felt his cock grow even larger. So it’s time you get FUCKED!” He cried, slamming his dick up her cunt. She’d long been touching herself to things like this for years—dirty stories and videos of schoolgirls and the like being punished and used. “But we need—Sir, please, we—”
“You know you love this, whore” Denton spat, not ceasing his thrusting violation for a moment. Then she felt something so much bigger than fingers. “Please fuck me! But despite letting him perv out on her teen body, Mr. Hard. The wonderful, abusive pleasure in her cunt was all that mattered. “Please, Sir, please keep doing me! Fisk looked up over her horn-rimmed glasses. . . “Where,” she asked, her voice anxious and breathy. He stopped hitting her. You can’t—guhhh!” Her protest failed her, cut short as his dick tore deeper into her pussy. It was proof. Was he going to do it again? “Yes, Sir! She didn’t say anything.
