“But… Indian sex Marty changed his grip, sliding his fingers under Katie’s leather collar and tugging her up onto her knees and back into him. Dark wavy hair was bobbing up and down in his lap. After a few seconds of rest, Ted ordered the girl back to work, “Floppy, Clean Marty.”
She popped up on all fours and as she crawled over to Marty, John got a good look deep down into her abused little butthole. This was the girl who nobody got to fuck, nobody even got a kind word from her and here she was giving a guy she had called a fat smelly old man on multiple occasion the ultimate kindness. Ass Up!” Commanded Ted pointing at the ground next to the lawn chair he had settled into. Soft gagging noises played across the air as Marty pumped her head, his barely half hard cock still enough to press uncomfortably into her throat. Phrases like sit, fetch, beg, suck it, ass up. “Fuuuuck man, yeah. This bitch is a born buttslut!” He said jamming his cock in balls deep and pausing for a second to watch her tits jiggle.
