He's got the newspaper open to the crossword, balanced on his knee. The tip of a pen resting on his lower lip and his right hand hilted in my cunt and arse.
I'm on my back wiggling an squirming and moaning. I come in an aching wail.
He puts down his newspaper and goes to the sink to wash his hands, theyre smothered in my blood and scrapes of feces.
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