Mac was still polishing his pistol when Carmine had finished. His evil smile was still directed at Mitch, who eyed Mac and his gun. “Mitch! Grab her hands!” Mac now openly aimed the pistol between Mitch’s eyes, placing his index finger gently upon the trigger.
Mitch obligingly grasped each of Brenda’s wrists drawing them forward until their hands were clasped. Moments later, Vito and Vinnie, each, clamped a pair of handcuffs onto the linked wrists, binding Mitch to Brenda. Mitch was shocked at the sudden series of events, while Brenda was barely conscious of what was happening (still recovering from the orgasms emanating from her well-fucked hole).
Mac stared at Mitch down the length of the barrel, instructing him to remain seated, “… or else!” Mitch had no choice but to do as ordered.
Mitch didn’t want to admit it, but he knew what was about to happen next. He watched helplessly as both Vito and Vinnie rose from their seats, circling the table till they could see Brenda’s sloppy, and stretched, slimy snatch. Mitch worriedly witnessed them removing their pants, exposing their oversized, gargantuan salamis.
Brenda had not noticed that her secretly favored fuck toys were about to have their way with her. However, when Vito pressed his massive mushroom head into the slippery entrance, Brenda’s eyes popped out of their sockets, suddenly realizing the oversized henchmen were no longer sitting in front of her. She grunted as the thick sausage stretched her raw, overworked pussy. When Vito plunged his entire shaft into Brenda’s clasping cunny, she finally realized she was cuffed to her husband. She bucked forward as Vito’s venison plunged into her womb, and dragged Mitch’s arms every time Vito withdrew, her pussy unwilling to release its grip of the fat flesh.
Brenda’s eyes were pleading for understanding as she continued groaning and moaning in appreciation of the fucking of a lifetime that she was receiving. Brenda couldn’t stop the waves of pleasure that were crashing all through her body. The mix of emotions was flooding her senses as the embarrassment and humiliation grew, knowing that she was enjoying what was happening despite her husband looking on helplessly.
Brenda screamed in despair as Vito completely withdrew, leaving a gaping void between her legs. Before she had a chance to realize what was happening, Vinnie had stepped in and resumed the fucking, driving Brenda delirious.
The two twin towers continued alternating fucking into Brenda, pounding her against the table. The two brutes kept banging Brenda, pushing her into a series of screaming orgasms, every time they swapped places. Every time one of the guys felt near to exploding, they would pull out, causing Brenda to quake from the sudden void and the likewise sudden insertion of the replacement cock. The tag-team tandem kept Brenda bucking in the throes of multiple orgasms as her embarrassment grew with every quiver of her body.
Brenda couldn’t stop herself from encouraging the twin fuckers, groaning and moaning every time the fat bulbous head of a cock bottomed out against her cervix. It wasn’t long till Brenda swore the two cocks were fucking straight into her womb. Vito and Vinnie maintained their control, furiously fucking Brenda’s frothy hole. Brenda began actively fucking back against the piston rods pushing her into the table.
It was apparent to everyone that Brenda was on the verge of an earth-shattering, screaming orgasm. Vito was plowing her when he finally felt his balls begin to tighten. He froze, keeping his fat head wedged just inside the well-stretched opening. Brenda continued bucking, trying to bury the pulsing prod in her pussy; however, Vito denied her the sensation, causing her to cry out in despair. Then the verbal assault began, destined to throw Brenda over the edge. “C’mon, bitch. Tell me what you want, SLUT. You want my fat cock? C’mon bitch, SAY IT!”
Brenda groaned in frustration, yet excited by the highly charged erotic talk. Lost in her sea of emotions, Brenda eagerly and willingly complied. “Fuck! Ungh! Oh yeah! Fuck me! Yeah! C’mon and FUCK MEEEEEE! Ooooooooooohhhh.”
Vito smiled like a Cheshire cat, raised his hand in victory, then brought it down with a resounding “THWACK” on Brenda’s jiggling ass. At that very same instant, Vito plunged his mighty manhood, in its entirety, into Brenda’s quaking body. Vito emptied his load. The hot sticky semen was dripping out of her hole as it was being displaced by the large, thick rod.
Vinnie took his turn abusing Brenda in a similar manner before spilling his insides, deep in her womb, but not before forcing Brenda to beg for his fucking.
The four guests left Brenda panting on the table with large globules of spent seed oozing from her gaping black hole. She was still handcuffed to Mitch, yet practically unaware of his presence. Vinnie threw a key towards Mitch, which bounced on the table and landed on the floor. It was the key for the cuffs. Mac called out over his shoulder, saying that he would be in touch again.
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