Casey forced her head back down onto the sofa. Anal sex Like salt mixed with filthy water. She opened and let him use his tongue. Then his hands tore away her panties. He can’t hurt us any more than that.”
Jack took Amy’s advice; changing his work clothes and getting ready to go over to his brother’s. When she opened the door her face sunk. She was wearing a pair of powder-blue lace panties. He spread her legs wide and positioned himself between them holding his cock-head against her entrance. That was lewd and disgusting and made her skin crawl even as she thought about it. When Jack finally got in from work she passed on the message from his brother. “Good fucking girl,” he breathed, resting his head on the back of the sofa, “taste that pre-cum”
The head of his cock was spongy and tasted about as bad as the liquid that was seeping out of his. That’s forty-six weeks you owe me, Amy.
