Mary Tahl’s Bliss

She’s lying there on the bed naked and she’s crying. I’m obviously drinking her busty beach body. What a bronze miracle in this here light! She’s lying on her back, breasts heaving slightly as she weeps. Her legs are bent, knees in the air, and slightly spread, so it’s not impossible to see her cunt!

“Twat’s the matter here?”

Skanky’s in the house.

“It’s my husband! He’s been hiding pictures of naked women on his cell.”

Oh, oh, he’s about to lose the jest for higher ground:

“That cuntarded nincompoop! Let’s have him know otherwise. Sykes, set up the camcorder and then indulge with us, will you?”

We’re now on her like two lusty Porn Stars! Skanky’s down below. I’m kissing her…rolling my tongue in her mouth…and lightly biting her lips. Her breath is shortening…

“Let’s turn you on your side sweetie so I can fuck your puckered little shithole.”

…oh yes, oh yes! She’s feverishly grabbing my cock and shoving it into her oily twat. Sweet Lord more of this shocking warmth! A cry of pleasurable pain now pierces the room. Skanky’s ramming her right—slimy finger before pulsating prick…