Il offre sa femme old, soumise et très salope à plusieurs vicelards qui lui defonce tout ses trous [9 min]
Warning: Explicit Content Ahead
Y’all better be on call, cause this here’s a driven ride. I’m talkin’ ’bout ol’ man Johnson, a aroused dog who thought he’d tickle his appealing fancy by putting his aged, submissive, and filthy beauty, Betty-Joe, on the auction block. Betty-Joe, she was a fine goddess, but she had a secret hunger that only the nastiest, dirtiest men could satisfy.
The Auction
The auction house was packed with degenerates, all drooling over the chance to lay a hand on Betty-Joe. Ol’ man Johnson, he was up there on the stage, squeezing his wife’s ample ass as she moaned and writhed, her eyes rolling back in her head. The crowd went burning, and when the bidding started, it was like a frenzy of excitement and greed.
The Ravaging Enflames
The first man to claim Betty-Joe was a big, bald, tattooed brute. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to her knees, shoving his manhood down her throat. Betty-Joe gagged and moaned, her eyes watering, but she knew she had to take it. The next man, a slimy little weasel, climbed up onto the stage and pushed his way between her legs, his greasy fingers digging into her ass. Betty-Joe screamed, but again, she knew she had to endure it.
Double Penetration
The third man, a large, muscled stud, climbed onto the stage and took his turn. He pushed his way into Betty-Joe’s tight, wet pussy while the slimy weasel continued to plunder her ass. Betty-Joe’s screams of fun filled the auction house, and the crowd went wild. The giant stud pulled out just in time for the fourth man to take his place, pushing his way into Betty-Joe’s ass while the weasel continued to ravage her pussy.
The Pay-off
Betty-Joe was exhausted, her physique aching and perverse. She looked up at ol’ man Johnson, who was watching her with a twisted smile on his face. She could tell he was proud of himself, proud of the depraved show he had put on for the crowd. But Betty-Joe, she wasn’t done yet. She climbed onto the stage, her bod shaking with exhaustion, and shouted, “I want more!”
The Final Act
The crowd roared with approval as Betty-Joe continued to take on man after man, each one more depraved than the last. She squealed and moaned, her mold writhing with gift, until finally, she collapsed on the stage, spent and exhausted. Ol’ man Johnson watched with a satisfied grin, his stunning fantasy come to life.
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