Petite Slut Loses It Over Massive Hard Rod

Taking a fistful of Angel’s blonde curls, I unhurriedly pulled her head back, making eye contact. Mom and son I smoothly pivoted to the right with my right hand driving into Neil’s right side just under the ribs. The kitchen was empty. Maybe Neil did get the worst of it physically, but still, I was not prepared to suddenly be a pugilist. Groaning loudly I pulsed into her mouth. Gwen pulled the gun out of his mouth. I headed for the toilet building behind me. She lifted her head to smile prettily through her blonde mane. It was a humiliating and painful beating. Clayton was older, with snow white hair; a classic grandfather type, if yours is artfully profane with a love of filthy jokes. Well, okay! Do you understand Neil?”
Neil nodded. As the adrenaline flowed from my body I sagged against a sink shaking my fist as the pain of my knuckles shocked me. Again! Gwen asked softly, “What’s your name, bully?”
Neil swallowed a big mouthful of blood, gagged, taking a deep breath to answer in a noisy rush with tears streaming down his face. Without further preliminary, Neil yelled loudly, and charged with his two fists high over his head. He’d planned this for… Do you understand Neil?”
Neil nodded. Suddenly Gwen began crying anew, while begging forgiveness for her angry outburst, saying, “Master, can you forgive me for yelling at you? All those drawings are wrong.”
I paused to wait out the storm as Darryl crumpled the paper, throwing it on the ground as he yelled loudly, “Dirty bastards, now I am out of here.