| Author: | Tina B | ISBN: | 9781310251535 |
| Publisher: | Tina B | Publication: | June 26, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Tina B |
| ISBN: | 9781310251535 |
| Publisher: | Tina B |
| Publication: | June 26, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
At first, it had just been him, surreptitiously slipping into her apartment when his wife was out of town, making her strip down to some hooker clothing he had gotten, show herself off, then taking her bent over a chair or splayed out on the bed, leaving her crying and sweaty when he was done.
But lately he was inviting some of his white cracker friends over to share her holes, and, aside from having to service more guys, some of them were getting rough with her – holding her bent over the sofa so they could spank her big, soft ass and flailing thighs while she cried pitifully, or one of them holding her up with her arms twisted behind her, legs dangling, while another used her as a punching bag, his heavy fists beating into her soft belly and flattening her big breasts against her ribs until she sagged and choked and thrashed and screamed.
Today there must have been at least ten of them, and the “first round” had taken several hours . . .
At first, it had just been him, surreptitiously slipping into her apartment when his wife was out of town, making her strip down to some hooker clothing he had gotten, show herself off, then taking her bent over a chair or splayed out on the bed, leaving her crying and sweaty when he was done.
But lately he was inviting some of his white cracker friends over to share her holes, and, aside from having to service more guys, some of them were getting rough with her – holding her bent over the sofa so they could spank her big, soft ass and flailing thighs while she cried pitifully, or one of them holding her up with her arms twisted behind her, legs dangling, while another used her as a punching bag, his heavy fists beating into her soft belly and flattening her big breasts against her ribs until she sagged and choked and thrashed and screamed.
Today there must have been at least ten of them, and the “first round” had taken several hours . . .
