Larry, ogling the two of you continues hopefully, “I see you got yourself one of them little imports. Say, when you’re done riding’er, do ya suppose I could take’er for a spin too?”
You gaze at Larry even as you continue pumping your Filipina honey’s hole and squeezing her lovely cinnamon tits. Larry’s holding a dog leash and collar. Obviously his dog has once again gotten loose. Larry has "loaned" a couple of chicks to you in the past so you owe him one.
You manage to get out, “Sure…but…I’m…not…quite…done.” Hard to talk while ramming Sheryl’s hole.
Sheryl gasps, “OHOHOHOH. AHAHAH. UHUHUH. MISTER ROBERTS!!” Somehow she hasn’t noticed Larry’s arrival.
“Why, thanks neighbor. Hope you don’t mind if I put this leash on the bitch. Lost one dog already this evening. Wouldn’t want this one to run off too.” Larry politely thanks you.
“OK” you grunt. Your cock is jammed as far into Sheryl’s wet cunt as it can go and you are just shoving it in and out as hard as you can. You want to shoot your load to relieve your pent up needs.
“Thanks” Larry proceeds to place the dog collar around Sheryl’s neck and hooks the dog leash to the collar. Swiftly, expertly he ties her hands with her own panties. Next, he pulls an old hanky out of his pocket and stuffs it into Sheryl’s mouth.
Noticing your raised eyebrows, Larry remarks, “Shucks, the hanky is clean. I washed it not two weeks ago!”
Sheryl finally realizes you have company but can only say, “Mmmpf. Mpff. Mmm. Mmm.”
You ram her again. Again. Again. Your balls tighten and you feel your hot juices shoot into Sheryl’s newly initiated cunt as your cock convulses repeatedly. You notice Sheryl’s body seems to echo this with her own gentle convulsing.
Feeling relief as you pull out of her, you say, “OK Larry. She’s all yours. Have her back by noon tomorrow. And Larry … Don’t damage the goods!”
Larry protests, “Damage the goods?! I don’t do that no more! I’ll take real good care of this honey.”
Larry yanks on the leash forcing Sheryl to stumble after him. Naked, her firm, cinnamon ass jiggling as she reluctantly follows Larry, she looks back, frightened. Her bewildered eyes pleadingly ask you to rescue her.
You wave, blow her a kiss and say, “Do whatever Mr. Sizemore says, my dear. He’ll teach you real good.”
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