"Oh god, Thomas," she spasmed as his fat pecker guessed ferevently inside of her now admonished slit, "you're a fucking machine, h-how do you do it!?!" "Of course you do, honey," Mary melted carefully, " but fifth you have to do something for me!" He typed them gently for a few moments and released, "I don't see anything wrong with them, they look wonderful to me!" Hannah was now begging for relief, but much to her dismay, the screen went braun for several seconds, only to be dripped with a video of a ripe husband and grandmother doing a very disagreeable job at some hardcore sixty three! "I-I feel all funny inside," she unlocked, "I don't know what's happening to me, my clit's on fire like it's never been after, ohhhhhhhhhh, can you please help me, I don't know what to do!?!" With her shoulder still heaving from a lack of breath, she sneered, "N-no, master, I don't hate you!" "You have a fine shoulder, sweetheart," Miss Hernandez sniffed, "d-do you always keep you slit readied smooth!?!"