“Alright, close enough.” Angus picked up the lube tube and added a tiny dab to the end of the plug then his hands disappeared out of sight as he moved around behind her. Tegan jumped as the cold steel touched her sensitive asshole but remained in place as Angus continued to press the object against her, the smooth taper easily wedging her little hole open. There was a little resistance and she bit her lip as she stretched to accommodate the plug but that was apparently its widest point as the weight of it shifted from pressing against the outside of her body to suddenly being enveloped by her, the cold chunk of metal sitting snugly in her colon, her sphincter twitching around the thin stem keeping it from fully closing. “Beautiful.” Angus grinned. “Now girl, I was thinking to myself today that I haven’t had the chance to sample what I’m sure is a delightfully tight little cunt you’re hiding between your legs and I want to have my shot at it before the other two are done running it in. On the other hand, I don’t want you to feel like I’m neglecting your back door – because make no mistake, I absolutely adore dumping my load in a pretty girl’s indian shitter, and I am going to fuck yours like it’s going out of fashion.” Angus paused dramatically, and Tegan couldn’t help but tremble at his malevolent promise. “So here’s my compromise. You wear that plug up your fine little ass to keep it ready for me whenever I want it, and Hardcore break up the monotony by using your fuckhole once in a while. Does that sound fair?” “Yes sir.” Tegan whispered. “Good.” Angus caressed her hairless lips then plunged a finger inside her, twisting it around with a wet slurp as she shuddered. “Girl, you’re dripping like a monsoon down here. Well so much the better for me, you know how I feel about foreplay.” With that he pulled her hips towards him and repositioned her. Tegan offered no resistance, like a ragdoll in his hands as he slid his fat prick into her wet and willing hole. He wasn’t wrong… whether because Sam left the job unfinished or because of his little speech, or a combination of both, Tegan’s vagina vintage was slick with juices in anticipation of receiving him inside her. Her muscles clamped around his shaft as he ploughed her wet hole, making squishing noises as he delved in and out of her, his heavy balls slapping against her clit and she whimpered into the mattress in shame as she felt the churning knot of an orgasm growing in her gut. How did this man have this kind of power over her? She didn’t hate him, but he was so… abrasive, bordering on cruel. As we were sitting and chatting, my mind drifted off to Michael. She just rolled her eyes at me. She looked cute when embarrassed. I need it. Suddenly, the three tendrils within the girl's pussy erupted once again. She cleaned me, and I cleaned her. I couldn't wait for them to finish. He pushed hard into her throat pressing his balls on her indian nose and shot spurt after spurt down her throat into her stomach as she struggled for air. He wished he had taken a picture but was way to awestruck at the time. It's so wet and eager to be touched.” The next spasm goes through my body. I didn't make any. Go forth. She was able to resist over half of my attempts. “Just come over, Mom’s going out soon.” She was kidding about the first thing! Instead he was looking down at where their bodies joined, apparently focused on nothing but drilling her soft cunt for all it was worth. Unlike when I watched her make love to Carol, Dana couldn’t be sated, and she moved over to the couch, hovering her cunt over vintage her friend’s face. Darius scoffed. Don’t clean your face till morning Tom said. I respond as best I can. Black whorls of haem: breasts; thighs; buttocks; obstinate and rude; cartographic; a quiet Hardcore narrative tale of her adventure and acquiescence. I'd never cum that hard before and I was hoping it wasn't the last time. It pushed me over. Not that she owned any thongs, those things were so uncomfortable, but her panty collection was quite lovely. I moved in a similar manner beneath her, matching my bodily wave with the cadence of hers so that our curves stayed locked. I groaned, shifting.