Say hello to my 87th fuck.
She had a reputation of being a lady, but i knew better than going on that one.
I knew she was a tramp, picking up guys for fucking whenever she had the chance.
So I invaded her home with four of my sidekicks, all dressed up like the superheroes we truly are, busted her cunt wide open with a well placed kick, ripped her cloth of, carried her to the mattress, and we gave her the treatment she deserved so well.
We gave her the oldfashioned in-out in-out, both vaginally and anally, and for lenghty times that night she got it both ways simultanously, penetrating her pussy and ass in the sandwish.
It went on and on, allnight long.
And that I can tell you: she really was a moaner.
Deep whorelike moaning.
The kinda provokative moaning that only drives you into powerfucking them even harder.
And that I can tell you: she really was a moaner.
Deep whorelike moaning.
The kinda provokative moaning that only drives you into powerfucking them even harder.
She fainted eventually, but we kept on fucking her raw anyway.
First her rectum prolapsed, and finally her uterus too.
Only then, not a minute before, was we done with her for now.
We left our totally wrecked wench there, nude and spreading X, fucked as fucked can be, writing a letter to her by the bedside, for her to read when she woke up.
I told her that this nights treatment would happen to her over and over, untill she changed her trampy ways, and became the true lady she had the potential to be.
I was bluffing, ofcourse, but hopefully she did not realize that.
I chose to never go back, in case the police had some surveilance upon her home.
One can never be careful enough in my kinda business.
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