A Steamy Fetish Shoot Ignites Into Shared Self-pleasure

He kept on shoving at me, driving his cock further and further, fucking me at a rate that only a dog can. Porn I was lifted off the cushion from the force of his surging thrusts until, with a final massive push forward; he shot so much semen into me that it squirted backwards and onto the floor.”
“I thought that this would be the final spectacle, but was wrong. Suddenly, new manacles or something were tied to my wrists and rings were locked onto my ankles, but without a chain between them. Now, he is dead and I am likely to be charged with his murder. Johnny was the host for a change. I also remember the laugh that my pleading produced. “What can I do for you? I had a go.”
“I must of smelled of the guy who had fucked me upstairs.