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Mid-thrust, Chad halted his quickfire titfucking. “You there, cunt? You should be, like, moanin’ or something, right? This shit is good for you, isn’t it?” Chad asked. Elia suspected that the question mark inflections on the ends of his sentences were less of a query and more of a prompt for Elia to moan over Chad raking his dick across her flesh. It was one thing to bring her breasts into this obligation-driven lovemaking. It was another thing entirely for her to expect her to blurt out fake moans to compliment it all. At least Chad obliterating the former tight, tautness of her gaped-out amateur pussy meant that she had something in her and not squelching in her slobbery cleavage. “Y– yeah, no. Not going to happen. Just be glad you can get your rocks off using me,” Elia countered with a tone she felt was conciliatory enough to disarm Chad’s expectations. Her own expectations, however, were tragically misplaced. She found this out when Chad responded via gripping a hand around her throat. The scrawny dweeb was stronger than he looked, and he demonstrated via threatening to crush her windpipe. Elia fought to draw in air, and with her head held in place the next smack spanked down onto her flesh left the ghostly imprint of four fingers burning on her indian face. “You whore always like the rough stuff” Chad declared with a high-pitched peal of laughter erupting out of his mouth. “You’re just try’na make me do it! Have it your way..” The hand around Elia’s throat slipped away, which was a relief until she felt her woefully misguided, horribly misinterpreting ‘considerate’ sex partner begin to pull his knees forward, squirming over her tits. His knees sunk into the plush, malleable cushion of the seat on either side of her neck. Straddling her face, Chad positioned his cock – a pecker could rival any wine bottle in circumference – up against her Big Tits mouth. “Time for the throatfucking you hoes love so much. When Trish came to she was on the floor, she looked at her Mistress, smiled and said, "Thank you Mistress thank you." “I just… Look, I don’t know my own feelings right now, okay?” She broke off the hug. On one move I was able to get her to the ground and be on top of her. Since, Melody was getting ready for work, she got the bathroom Big Tits priority in the mornings, but since Marci often slept with me all night, she just used mine for the most part. He saw that the front of her shorts were wet with moisture. “Yep,” I said. "I won't do that," I responded. Then tying the towel back again she stepped forward to wash the discarded linen. He’s a work in process. One ducked the other’s swing, then sprang off the ground in a mighty leap, screamed with his club raised high, and brought it down on the other’s head, splattering it like a watermelon. It was a indian good job that his arm was round amateur me as my legs went all weak. “Can I be in love with you?” As he leaned in she felt his hard shaft lay against her dripping pussy, and thrill shot through her body. The text from Kim said they were at the station. “Ladies and Gentlemen, I will now read out the names of the four worst offenders of the past three weeks. Angela while sucking on the butt plug was moaning quite loudly as my assault on her ass and finger fucking her pussy was taking her over the edge for her first orgasm of the night. Valerie fed all three a snack before they rushed out to play with the animals. “No way. She smiled, her cheeks smooth. She smiled wide and stood up and shook his hand. He was middle-aged, rather overweight, starting to go bald, and had the air of a huckster used car salesman about him. I felt disgusted but my cock had a different idea, I could feel myself getting even harder in her ass. She aimed it right at her pussy as she quivered there, her small breasts quivered.