“You asked for this bitch, now you got it!” Came the snarling words, basically sprayed from Harry’s thin lipped mouth that sounded as vicious as the action that went with those words. Jon lay on his back, his long lean legs held in the air by Harry’s strong hands. Hands that gripped, like a vice, on Jon ’s sheer, white, thigh high clad legs. As Harry snarled and sneered pulling those legs up, Harry also was pushing his black, sheer, thigh high hose enclothed foot down on Jon ’s exposed manhood, forcing the brown haired man to cry out in pain, slap- ping his open hands on the carpeted floor. Harry’s weathered with age face smiled at feeling not only his black sheer foot pushing on Jon ’s hard manhood, but also the feel of his worn opponents pre cum oozing out of his enemy’s shaft. As for Jon, he could feel Harry’s pressing foot forcing his juice from his mushroom shaped cock head. Pain was not all Jon thought, humiliation also , even the question of ‘what brought him to this point?’ all flashed through his mind.
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The rolling back and forth, the rubbing, the passion of both fighters was already building as was the war of the words. “Fucking fat bitch.” “Midget whore.” ‘Used up cunt.” “ nasty slut.”
With each insult tossed so where body slaps, leg locks, rolling, kicking all cumulating into both bitches face to face on the floor, sitting. Each of them having clumps of hair in each other hands as they viciously pulled each other head’s from side to side
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2020-08-15 17:34“You asked for this bitch, now you got it!” Came the snarling words, basically sprayed from Harry’s thin lipped mouth that sounded as vicious as the action that went with those words. Jon lay on his back, his long lean legs held in the air by Harry’s strong hands. Hands that gripped, like a vice, on Jon ’s sheer, white, thigh high clad legs. As Harry snarled and sneered pulling those legs up, Harry also was pushing his black, sheer, thigh high hose enclothed foot down on Jon ’s exposed manhood, forcing the brown haired man to cry out in pain, slap- ping his open hands on the carpeted floor. Harry’s weathered with age face smiled at feeling not only his black sheer foot pushing on Jon ’s hard manhood, but also the feel of his worn opponents pre cum oozing out of his enemy’s shaft. As for Jon, he could feel Harry’s pressing foot forcing his juice from his mushroom shaped cock head. Pain was not all Jon thought, humiliation also , even the question of ‘what brought him to this point?’ all flashed through his mind.
- Sissy Spats Sheer Madness
The rolling back and forth, the rubbing, the passion of both fighters was already building as was the war of the words. “Fucking fat bitch.” “Midget whore.” ‘Used up cunt.” “ nasty slut.”
With each insult tossed so where body slaps, leg locks, rolling, kicking all cumulating into both bitches face to face on the floor, sitting. Each of them having clumps of hair in each other hands as they viciously pulled each other head’s from side to side
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