Nor was that the only disappointment.
She was enjoying no voyeur’s rush, no domination validation at forcing her husband to view, approve and maybe even join in his own usurpation. The anguish in his gaze too clearly mirrored her own. Heartbreak! Anger! Yet how could such considerations persist once Jen’s proxy c**k truly got about its brutish business?
Gripping her hips with that gorilla-like brawn, that primate might that relegated her to but a breakable plaything, Derek the d**k began lunging, plunging his ebony eponym into her bound body with such feral force and ferocity that she felt herself being torn open and gorily gored, probably irreparably, just as in her dream of the sapling spits on cannibal beach.
Damn that mammoth stabbing savaged her so fabulously! Shriek after shocked-
