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A Bad Loan | SparkyMan | 11

 

Brenda remained on the table recovering from the drunken fuck, trying desperately to regain a regular heartbeat, while Mac pulled a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe his brow. Mac sat in his chair, visibly grinning at his recently plowed, prized possession. Mac reached inside his jacket and produced a shining black 9mm pistol. He polished the shining black metal with the proffered white cloth as the barrel pointed directly at Mitch.

Mitch saw the gun and panicked, thinking Mac was going to do him in. A look of fear spread across Mitch’s face, as his cock quickly forgot about the earlier excitement.

Mac had no intention on using the weapon; he merely wanted Mitch to know he had it. Now that Mitch was distracted, Mac nodded toward Carmine. The silent signal was all Carmine needed to proceed. Carmine filled the gap left by Mac between Brenda’s splayed legs. Within a few seconds, Carmine’s cock was poking out from his grey silk pants and pressing against Brenda’s freshly fucked furrow.

Brenda’s eyes snapped open as she gasped for air, “Oh my!” She braced herself, instantly knowing whose cock was about to split her. Recalling the monstrous meat stick from her first encounter, she knew what to expect. She held her breath and slowly pushed back, inviting Carmine to fill her cavity. “Uunngh, aaahhh,” she cried out as the football helmet head pushed just inside her. “Uuuunnngh, mmmmmmhhh, yyyeeeaaaa,” she screamed as her pussy filled with more of her fluids, coating the thick rod as it pressed forward. She was being stretched as she welcomed the pulsing member, “Ahhh FFFUUUUUCCCKKK yesssss!”

Carmine was wedged in as far as he could go, feeling Brenda’s cervix pressing against the tip of his cock. He withdrew his cock till the head was stretching her opening. He held it there as Brenda grew accustomed to the girth before spearing it back in her wet well. Again he thrust against her cervix, eliciting a grunt from Brenda as she smashed against the sturdy table. Carmine then bent over Brenda’s body, kissing her neck as he slowly rocked his cock in the tight confines.

The two fucked like this, again oblivious to the surroundings, as Mitch looked on in total disbelief. Carmine then added to Mitch and Brenda’s humiliation as he grabbed a handful of Brenda’s hair, twisting it around his fist and yanked back. Brenda’s head snapped up and back in pain as Carmine’s cock suddenly sank deeper in her quaking cunt. The pleasurable sensations of Carmine’s cock wedged deep into her ribcage coursed throughout her body as the electrical shock of pain mingled with the sensations. It was at that point that Brenda was now face to face with Mitch, looking into his eyes, as she succumbed to the stimulus Carmine was giving her.

Brenda couldn’t keep her eyes from rolling back into their sockets as Carmine pushed forward forcefully one more time, burying his bat inside the juicy snatch, slapping his balls against her quivering thighs. “Oh Gawd,” she inhaled, leaving her mouth hanging open as Carmine picked up the tempo. Her breathing shortened as her motions increased. Brenda’s head bounced with every thrust, as Carmine controlled her by the reins. Every so often, Brenda’s eyes would focus on Mitch, only to roll back, exposing the whites of her eyes again. For a second time, Brenda found herself being banged against the table at a furious pace. Several minutes later, both Brenda and Carmine were screaming in passion as the thick cock exploded deep in Brenda’s womb, filling her with her second dosage of hot, spicy, Italian seed.

Brenda collapsed atop the table, now shining with her perspiration. Beads of sweat covered her heaving body. Carmine released his grip, allowing Brenda to rest her head on the table. Brenda twisted her head to the side and closed her eyes, too embarrassed to face Mitch’s distant eyes.

 

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