What followed was a strangling horror, an unimaginable ordeal of having my esophagus invaded by a relentlessly plunging piston that rendered the non-stop assault on my ass a trifling irritant by comparison. Yet when Anna got her wish at the next switch, and she put that monster c**k to work on reaming out my rectal passage, all previous torments were forgotten. The depth and power of her thrusts, the heavy-handed hammering she dished out had me screaming unintelligibly around Trudi’s own pistoning p***s, as my vicious mistress-wife had her gleeful way with my tear-streaming face. Around and around they rotated, enjoying every possible permutation as they spent the entire afternoon double-teaming me. It was only when all four of them were utterly exhausted, and the blood leaking from my spl
