21 SEXTURY – Alyssa Bounty Convinces Her Man to Stop for a Spontaneous Anal Fuck

The TV continued its monotone babbling in the background and the cat stood by its plate meowing hungrily. The phone rang jerking me back to the present. Mom and son Reasoning the telephone wouldn’t answer itself, I grabbed the receiver that was coated with some kind of sticky residue undoubtedly left over from a late night munchies attack. My two assailants’ slowly regained stasis, rose to their feet and hugged each other briefly before wordlessly gathering their clothing. Daisy got some young kid pinned and she’s screwing his brains out!”
“Like that’s something I want to see first thing in the morning, dude,” A grotesque image of flesh colored gelatin undulating on a defenseless victim almost induced a puke attack. She downed the contents with two gulps and asked “Ready?”
I downed my wine noisily and nodded. Despite the surreal scenario, I didn’t contest her intrusion into my bathrobe as, with nimble ministrations, she massaged my launch platform passionately into full readiness. I watched in fascination as the black pole slid in and out of her, tugging those delicious pussy lips almost grotesquely with each outward thrust. My two assailants’ slowly regained stasis, rose to their feet and hugged each other briefly before wordlessly gathering their clothing. The place was a mess, but could wait until after we savored some wine. As most men, I had a particular fondness for my underused package, but was hesitant to pound my meat into senselessness as long as the remote possibility of encountering a sex starved nymphomaniac existed.