I'm your whore...ohhhh...eeeee"I could barely form words. He noticed and just focused on fucking me, slapping my ass every now and then. I couldn't ta...ke it anymore and ended up cumming all over his seat. He wasn't too far behind. I felt his legs start to wobble a bit and then I felt what seemed like a gallon of cum shoot into my ass as he yelled "YEAH, TAKE IT." We both laid down on the floor, both of our sweaty bodies together with his cock still buried all the way in my ass. Finally we caught. We sat and talked for a while I began to realize that this evening ended for me rough sex. I offered to give her a massage, she agreed. Vick took off her bra and lay down on his stomach. I began to massage her neck and shoulders, then began to descend lower and lower, kissing and nibbling with her ear.I continued to massage, slightly parted her legs began a hand between them. Soon her panties were wet, I pulled them, put her cancer and began a tongue on her pussy. She began to twist her ass and. .. And we’re here together in Weston-Super-Mare to meet a lady who understands that a handsome beast deserves a beautiful lady when it’s time to FUCK...” She oversells the word ‘fuck’, as if it has any shock value on a show about bestiality.We cut to inside the beautician shop, taking another look at a middle-aged woman in the chair, her face hidden by pink goo ... And then focusing on the woman behind her, smearing the goo across her flesh, carefully avoiding her hairline. The beautician is. Oliver was a man of steel; his resolve was impenetrable even by the likes of a God, and he was not an indecisive person. He knew what he wanted, and when he wanted something, he worked to get it. However, when he was faced with this little problem, he became conflicted. Would he do it? Would he really work to fuck this young girl? The young girl that he played a part in creating? The young girl who was the spitting image of his deceased wife? He had not even allowed her to date, so her body was.