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... huge organ and the obscenely stretched sides of her love mound. The white gob drips down her legs and falls to the floor below her quivering ass cheeks. I raise myself up and withdraw my huge cock. As I do the flood gates are opened and my cum flows down the supple ass cheeks of Betsy before dripping to the floor. I take the shirt tails of the blouse and cleans my cum soaked cock on what was once a white shirt. As I wipe the cock off I see a small trail of blood on the shirt. I know that my latest fuck victim has a pussy that has been sparsely used and is probably ruptured as a result of my forceful fucking. Contented that the Betsy has been broken by my first insertion of seed, I tell her to go get cleaned up. Betsy, confused, and now ashamed at her wanton sexual performance reaches for her discarded clothes. I'm standing on them; " You don't need your clothes. We would just have to take them off later." Betsy knows what I'm thinking. She can only imagine what I will demand of her tight body. Betsy gets up and staggers toward the bathroom to clean up, she adjusts her white blouse. She rebuttons the front and smooths the shirt over her supple hips. My seed runs down the inside of both her legs. Mournfully she looks at me. Not bothering to put my shorts back on I watch Betsy, looking directly her ass cheeks. Betsy returns to my office, she stands in front of me and I place my fingers against the tender and bruised pussy. " Does Betsy want to fuck again?" I question. Betsy ...

... contemplates the question before answering. Knowing that she needs to be very careful in her answer Betsy finally responds, " My pussy is bruised. I am very sore. I think you may have hurt me. Please don't make me do it again." I grab her arm and I walk swiftly down the hall to the bedroom. Her eyes tearing Betsy is led down the hall towards my bed. Once I get to the bedroom, I turn pulling Betsy into the room. I let go of her arm and orders the sobbing Betsy, " Strip me so that I can pleasure you again." Betsy's, eyes downcast, sets about unbuttoning my shirt. As she removes my jeans over my hips, she is again shocked at the size of my cock. It is again thick and long as hard as before. Instinctively she knows that she must suck my huge cock, she wraps her delicate lips around my cock. As she attempts to suck the large head into her mouth, I grab her hair and encourage her to accept more of my cock. Although the rough treatment seems harsh it only takes five minutes for the longing to return to Betsy's abused pussy. When I'm satisfied, I pull Betsy up. Since my large thighs are spread Betsy's long exquisite legs are stretched to the maximum. As she attempts to straddle me, her legs are bent at an awkward angle. She attempts to knee walk the best she can as I pull the blonde forward persuading her to press against me. When her face is next to mine I insert tongue into her sweet mouth. At first it nearly makes Betsy gag, but as she forces herself to become accustomed to the foul ...