“What’s fucking good about it?”
She sobbed awkwardly out of her broken and battered mouth. Her warm moist mouth felt terrific on my throbbing cock as the tip of her tongue slid up and down the split of my knob. xxx She screeched in agony and beat the top of the toilet with a clenched fist as it was the only available action to her at the time. It’s ok if you can’t. . . . . . . . … She seemed to be coping so I started to drill her a little harder as she inched up the bed with every thrust. “Are you sure you don’t need a hospital”
“Just bruises and scratches, nothing broken. With every thrust I edged further into her tiny body until she was now taking my full length in and puffing and panting at every thrust.
