The adventures of Buttman and Cuntwoman

“Hurry, we have to get to the office!” Cuntwoman waves her arm to me. I achieve ass ramming speed in just two steps, as we turn the corner into the small hallway that leads to the mall offices.

What we see when we get there is a fearsome sight. Red Bull, his member fully erect, a beer can thick footlong American Indian cock is poised at the lips of the mall manager, who is sweating buckets. His beautiful blonde wife is bent over next to him, her black cocktail dress bunched around her hips, lacy Victoria’s Secret VS-12 panties pulled down to her knees, which are spread as wide as the panties will let them. Black Bull is poised with his footlong beer can thick shaft at the entrance to her pussy. He has her firm 36C tits in the hard grasp of his big Black Bull hands, her 5’5″ frame shaking, whether with fear or lust or both I can’t tell.

Black Bull glowers “Sign the papers that give us ownership of the mall or I fuck your wife, HARD, right in front of you, then I will make you clean us. Slowly. With pictures.”