What was my story for the Gardas? Anal sex I quickly stripped bare and my cock was already filled with desire. The smell of mother’s buttermilk rolls in the morning filled my nostrils and I stretched; wiping the sleep from my eyes. I never really paid any mind to his solidarity because in a way I understood it. My cock was too large for her pussy and each stroke only induced seizure like movements from the pain. I quickly stripped bare and my cock was already filled with desire. I had taken many a beating as an adolescent and I couldn’t imagine in that moment what awaited me after the treacherous act I’d been committing. Her ass was shaking with each thrust and her body looked so gorgeous as I exploded inside her. My sister, Katherine, was in the kitchen with mother preparing breakfast while I groggily stumbled outside to the latrine. I eventually in my satisfied stupor bent over and bit down hard onto her breast until in was completely lacerated and hanging from my mouth.
