“And do you. …?” I smirked. Eporner He waved and I walked over. I yelled again as I felt my G spot slammed. “See how big they are?” He asked. “Cry for me.” He laughed. “Ah, Mr. “I asked you a question, whore.”
“Yes.” I gasped. I don’t care if you cum or not.” I groaned around his tool. “Turn around and bend over.” He said. I took it and he hit my cervix with every slam into me. He smacked me hard across the tits and I yelled out. “Well, well, well, Elizabeth. Check it out! “Cry for me.” He laughed. Newark told me you’re a slut. And then he did. Ouch! I’m going to cum on your slutty little face, Chloe!” he exclaimed. Even the fact that I was all the way up north in Manchester, which was supposedly cheaper than my native London, wasn’t much help to my over-stretched pocket.
