Hairy Muff Banging

Fourteen men in all. Wendy was sore and exhausted by the end. Ian spent most of the night with tears in his eyes. His heart breaking a little more each time a stranger led his wife away. Something about being so complicit in selling her body. Something about rough fuck accepting the dollars as a pittance for breaking their intimacy killed a little of his soul. When they got home early in the morning they both slept in their own bedrooms. Sunday started with a call from hairy pussy grant. The smug man asked how they enjoyed their first foray into being whores. Then moved on without waiting for an answer. He was excited about the orders he had to give the pathetic couple. The next cowgirl part of his master plan. Ian put on a cute pink bra and panty set. With little blue bows on his hips and in between the cups. He also had a white garter and stockings and a reverse cowgirl little blue bow in his hair. Wendy wore a red lace one piece with a thong back. The lace was sheer enough that her breasts were clearly visible. As was the fact that her pussy was bald. She has stockings that matched Ian, but without the garter. They took a deep breath. Then walked out into the sunny day of their hard fuck back yard. Wendy got the mower out and Ian grabbed the gardening basket. When they started on the front yard they drew onlookers. Cars slowed down as they passed. Neighbors peeked out of windows. Wendy, sweaty and nearly nude as she pushed the mower. Ian looking like a pansy in women’s underwear as he knelt and weeded the flower beds. “I’m not sure we are up for a party.” Wendy weakly protested. “That wasn’t a request.” Grant growled over the phone. “Be at Hank’s by seven.” Then he hung up. “A party with the boys.” Wendy told Ian. “I...what should I wear? I might have got away with denying it, was it not for the ankle bracelet that he recognised instantly as I had worn it every day for the last 20 years. I stopped my thrusts but didn’t move rough fuck off her, keeping her wrapped up until her breathing had calmed. CHAPTER 4 hard fuck For some reason she felt very degraded by having someone pee in her ass and it made it much harder to not let anything out when she dismounted. "VERY glad to feel . . . "Weird. How ‘bout a little kissing? I gently put my hand on the back of her head. Meanwhile, Roo was regarding hairy pussy this new bitch’s posture with instinctive approval. Because I am. I frigged my pussy with my left hand, rubbed her juicy snatch with my right, and swirled my tongue over her puckered sphincter. “One day, very close reverse cowgirl to when it all ended, there cowgirl was a building maintenance emergency and the school closed early. Finally he flopped out of me and strolled off to his corner. My dreams were alternatingly horrifying, amusing, and blissful.