Taking hold of my wife’s hair she dragged her across
the room towards the sofa as my wife ran on her knees
trying to keep up with her. One of her hands slid down between my wife’s legs and
pushed her of the arm of the sofa to the floor, landing
flat on her face. “Well don’t expect me to intervene if Megan sits you on
your ass,” I replied. She had been the one who dished out pain yes she
had, had a couple of close, won victories but with
Megan she wasn’t even close. I looked over at her as she buckled up the straps, I
was a gasped at its size it was a monster of a cock. Megan cruelly bit and chewed Sue’s nipple
while her hand pulled and twisted her other breast
roughly. Suddenly, Sue let out a weak shriek, as, a finger
entered her, Megan slid her finger in further,
exploring my wife’s violated sex. Megan just grinned, watching her face she chuckled,
“I’m not going to let you climax until you beg for it
bitch,” said Megan slowing the pace of her
