Stoner caught his breath. His c**k was rock hard as a result of his sadistic treatment of the French woman. That, and the enticing sight of the tall black woman’s dance at the whip, had fueled Stoner’s pump. Not bothering to disrobe, he wrestled his hard meat from his pants and addressed Cheryl’s behind. Her spread legs, forced open by the bar that Jeremiah had placed between them, make readily available the tiny starred entrance to her bowels.
Cheryl knew what was coming and desperately tried to relax her muscles to ease Stoner’s entrance. It was not easy given her predicament. So when Stoner presented his hot c**k to his puckered target, the ring of flesh was narrow and taut. Stoner grabbed Cheryl’s hips and held her still as he pressed his manhood into her rear passage. Cheryl’s hands
