I could see his hands fist as he wound them into her long hair, pulling at her scalp. xxx Mary had barely come to a bra-jiggling stop on the couch when Brent pushed his pants and boxer shorts down. I felt my knees weakening and twisted aside, dropping onto the couch next to Mary as the room tilted and spun.Next: Part 5: Snuff
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The flowing blood from her nose washed the cum down across her open mouth, adding to the mess leaking into her cleavage, the sight boosting the strength of my spurts. Brent’s fucking of Mary’s throat got rougher, showing me I had been mistaken, that he had been trying to be a little considerate
