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  • Digging his nails into the wooden floor, dragging himself mommy away from me. I smashed the club down on his back, snapping yet another rib. Yeah, that blow did mom damage, it punctured his lung. I could hear mother his breathing, wet, rasping as the blood filled his lung. I hit him again, back of the head, and again, lower back or ass russian maybe. I beat his arms with this blow, his back with that one. I bashed his head again, and he stopped trying to crawl away, he lay there. A thick belch of blood spewed from his mouth, boy it was so beautiful to see his pain. “Peckerwood,” I said and smacked him again. It felt good beating his worthless white ass. I smacked him again, his head one more time, then I watched. Ten more minutes I observed his pain, only hitting him occasionally. Every few breathes he ejected blood, it sprayed across the hardwood floor. His breathing turned slower, shallower. It stopped, started again, and for twenty minutes more I revealed in his pain. His eyes twisted about, but I don’t the motherfucker saw shit anymore. One more spew of blood mature and everything stopped. I bashed his head till there wasn’t much left to hit. Felt good giving the redneck motherfucker his due. I wished my girlfriend was there, I needed some good tongue. “He has good days… and he has bad days. I stayed in bed and heard my parents leave for work. You were thinking of me? How was work? Concrete seats are a no, no but car and bus mother seats are okay just so long as you don’t shuffle about.” He talked into her clit before pulling away and repeating his question. “Daddy, thank mature you for asking us to join you,” she says in a heartfelt manner. "Oh fuckkkk," she russian hoarsely moans, feeling that wonderful fullness filling her belly. They rose out of something deep inside of me, this dark place I boy didn't like to focus on. He just wanted to torture him. She giggled at his struggles to keep up with her, trying to kick off his pants and shoes while rushing to her bed. “No, we just moved, is that a problem?” I asked. “They are excited to smell a new woman” Carissa explained. The dildo still pumping in and out of her. I clenched mom my ass muscles again to keep him inside me longer, and that pushed him over the top. The whip whistles across just above me, and our opponents are forced back to the far mommy side of the platform. Her eyes followed them as they moved up his legs and over his cock. You couldn’t halt the moan that escaped your lips, nor the grinding motion you started against it. I decided that I should continue: “Big whoop,” Lashun says. She looks back at me, redder than before. Is this okay?" “Maybe not tonight, but Clint's going to be enjoying you and your sister.” Melody sighed.