She was tight, he knew that if it wasn’t for her more than copious juices which were already running down the length of his cock, this would have been almost impossible. He woke up feeling tired and wrung out, luckily it was Friday and a short day…then he remembered Grace and he groaned, he hated Fridays and weekends suddenly. xnx He looked down at her; this left her in just her boots, which glinted in the light as she crawled on to the bed. His hands slowly slid over her back, over her sides to cup her breasts, squeezing them firmly as his thumbs played with her piercings. The results was surprising, his cock forced deep into her, drawing from her a cry, one of mixed pleasure and pain. The moment he got the time he ripped it up and scattered the smaller than small pieces
