CHAPTER EIGHT
Outside on the screen, the man's buttocks were flexing and hollowing rapidly as he drove himself hard into the writhing young girl underneath him. Her legs were wrapped tight around his body, her ankles locked in a lewd death-like grip over his back. His giant c**k was spearing into her tight wet p***y like a steel piston, bringing grunts of indescribable joy to her mumbling lips.
Bob could see the end coming for both of them as he watched the screen over the rocking shoulder of Harry Burns' wife as she labored heavily over him to finish it. He heard her grunt loudly just as he felt his own explosion deep inside the tight wet confines of her cunt shooting its hot fiery liquid deep up inside her. Both their bodies quivered for a moment emptying themselves against each other.
