"Oh God, Yes! Master, Yes! Fuck me Master! Pleeeeeeassssse! I’m your bitch Master please! YESSSSS!" I exclaim as his pace quickens and the weight of... his thrusts increases. I’m close to orgasm and get even closer as his big hand slaps my dainty little one away and encloses my tiny, hard cock. I can take no more and as I hear him starting to cum, my slim arms give way and his full, muscular 14 stones slams down into me as I cry out in pain and pleasure, my cock beginning to spurt as he explodes. He realized that it would have to be neat and tidy if you were locked in a wheelchair. Clutter on the floor would make it impossible to move around the small area.The odor of food cooking assaulted Cook’s nose making him feel a little ill. The double amputee led him to the kitchen. With great trepidation, Cook followed him into the room wondering if he would be able to keep control over his stomach. He dreaded what he would find in there. Tim went over to the sink and washed his hands. Grabbing. Tony was pushing hard against my butthole, shaking with the force he was applying, prying my ring of muscle wider, our flesh tearing from the traction of our skin against each other. “Ngggh!” he grunted as my ass-mouth crowned over and around then snapped down behind his peckerhead. Resting a moment to get used to my tight grip on his penis, we were both panting and sweating with the agony of effort it took for Tony to penetrate a mere 2 or 3 inches into my entrance.Leeah was stroking me very. “Again,” Mal said.He didn’t even have to force my head. I was ravenous for Dan’s cock. The slut of Angela past was fully awakened and wasn’t going anywhere. My hands crept round his thighs, gripping them and pulling him tight against me as I swallowed around his length. He hissed in appreciation as my throat constricted around him until I finally had to come up for air. He knew I would happily swallow his warm load down, but we all had other ideas about where it should go on this particular.