Just One HourChapter 10
The hour was almost up. The cellar stank of sweaty bodies and spattered semen. Debbie closed her eyes but the debauched smell still filled her head with grunting images. Her clit had begun to swell; she could feel the bud hardening growing under his finger. Her pussy loose and dripping now felt hotter still, her own body beginning to cream her insides. She was ever so wide her thighs almost horizontal to her flat tummy as the Boss now sat with his knees as wide as possible. The masked man...