As the big c**k penetrated and expanded the little orifice from wrinkled pucker to a taut circle of stretched flesh, Mrs. Clark let out a long, whimpering, "Oh, f**k, it hurts!"
While her husband's c**k stretched the tiny little asshole around its fattest part, Miss Chandler asked into Mrs. Clark's ear, "But it's a good hurt, isn't it? You like getting your ass stretched by a fat c**k for a change, don't you?"
"God, f*****g help me, yes!" she said, again. "Yes, I do! I like your husband's huge f*****g c**k stuffed up my ass!"
Mr. Scotts began f*****g Mrs. Clark's ass with long strokes, pulling the head all the way out and jabbing it back into the closed hole each time. At the same time, Miss Chandler motioned to Dawn, and the two of them began to maul and squeeze the woman's big danglin
