Valentina’ s argument
Even as John Zingarelli’s cock grew rock hard at the thought of popping Susan’s ass cherry, Susan was sobbing hysterically behind her ballgag, thrashing and struggling in a vain and desperate effort to escape her fate. John Zingarelli’s eyes grew wide and wild as they all but ripped the ballgag off Susan’s face. He didn’t remove Susan’s gag out of mercy. He didn’t remove Susan’s gag rid of pity. He wanted to hear her SCREAM, and that he wouldn’t be disappointed. Susan gasped. “PLEASE!!! PLEASE STOP!!! PLEASE LET ME GO!!! ” Susan cried out frantically. “PLEASE!!! I WON’T TELL ANYONE!!! JUST PLEASE LET ME GO!!! ”
John Zingarelli laughed at the mere mention of this. “Let you go? I’ll let you go, alright… after I’ve fucked your virgin ass first! ” With lube or warning, John Zingarelli thrust the full duration of his rock hard cock deep in Susan’s ass. Susan screamed bloody murder, her liver arching in pure, feminine agony as she tried to escape the massive ramrod unnaturally forcing its way up her right back door! “NOOOOO!!! NOOOO!!! YOU’RE KILLING MEEEE!!! ” Susan screamed, shaking her head wildly.
John Zingarelli sneered wickedly as that he grunted from the effort of forcing himself deeper and deeper inside Susan’s brown, puckered hole. “Yes… YES!! Scream for me, my little slut! You may have slept around town, but your back door is a rip peach for the plucking! Yes! Beg for your life! ” John Zingarelli said, thrusting faster and faster and faster inside her. Susan’s poor, abused asshole puckered and twitched helplessly around the rock solid cock buried inside her, frantically trying to expel the massive invader. To John Zingarelli, it felt like a pair of lover’s lips sucking his cock. “This is great! Heh, you fucking girls are so fucking stupid! Any hole that can simply take a cock is just a fuckable hole to me! Yes, yes, YYEESSSSSS!!! ”
