The belt hit again, creating another open gash across Trish’s ass. It is not nearly as awkward as she imagined to see you around the neighborhood. Indianporn Your fat, greasy belly flops up and down as you laugh. She tries to look out of the corner of her eyes, but it is useless. “What makes you think that, sweet buns?” you ask as you salivate at the mouth. “Remember when you gave these to me?” you ask, ignoring her question, “You told me that I would never get to touch your body with my filthy hands for another single second for the rest of my pathetic life.”
Trish wailed. She recognizes the state your cock is in. New life shoots through her body as she wiggles around, trying uselessly to break free. “You are psychotic! It gives in almost immediately. “Who’s there?” she asks, turning her head to the door. She is unable to move much. Blood sprays out of the fresh laceration and across your face.
