Daddy has a very special task for you today kitten, so he's going to need alllll of your attention and submission ❤️😈 That's a good girl. Now, first thing's first, look at this parts diagram for a 2009 Toyota Prius. Do you see the part labeled "catalytic converter"?
Michael’s breath was steady despite his rough strokes. His large hand fisted his cock, lewd sounds of spit and pre-cum filling the room. The muscles in his arms flexed as he continued to stroke himself, rubbing up on the tip occasionally while letting out a little groan of frustration. His coveralls were unzipped down to the crotch and his hand was stuffed in what remained of his pants, pulling his length out further to properly take care of himself. He was pent up and determined to get it all out. He leaned on the wall, his left forearm resting against it as his head rested on top of it. His hot breath was close to him due to the mask, causing sweat to run down his face. He runs a hand through the hair of his mask, stroking faster as a few more groans leave his lips. His legs shook as his orgasm came closer before he let go of his length and massaged his balls carefully, a whorish whimper leaving his mouth. He came undone right there, his cum covering the wall and dripping down his tip as he painted heavily, head still resting against his arm.
when somebody mentions a “plot hole” in a piece of media and it’s just like “why would this character make an emotionally driven choice consistent with their morals instead of doing the most objectively logical thing in this situation, this writing sucks”
Here have this thing I thought of while jerking off 😛
Bo is showing Vincent how to fuck a woman. You're splayed out on the dining table, like a toy, as Bo instructs his brother on how to touch you.
"She likes that. Her pretty cunt is sensitive. Go on give her a taste, it's fucking divine."
Vincent kneels between your legs, slipping his mask off and setting it next to him. Slowly he spreads your cunt open, the wet sound of the skin parting makes Vin's cock twitch.
"Go on, dig in." Bo urges, and you glance to him. He's smirking, and his jeans sport an obvious bulge at the crotch.
Vince gets his face closer to your heat, the smell of your cunt is even better from the source. Vincent's been stealing your dirty panties from the laundry basket for months. Licking off your discharge and holding them to his nose while he fucks his fist late at night.
Bo knows his brother is a pervert. Both of them. He plans on giving Lester a lesson soon too. If they wanna fantasize about you, then they gotta know how you like it.
Vincent whines as he finally presses his face into your hot cunt. He sucks your clit and slurps up your slick. Saliva dripping down to your puckered ass hole. So sloppy for such a delicate artist.
"Don't she taste good? Better than what's on her panties huh?"
You're mewling and whimpering, then looking down between your legs. A jolt of pleasure pierces your body as your eyes meet Vincent's. His one blue eye is locked on you, pupil blown out with lust.
His tongue slips down and invades your cunt. Rubbing the fleshy walls, trying to taste as much of you as possible. You throw your head back and moan loudly, eyes wandering to Bo.
He's got his cock out, slowly stroking, enjoying the show. He grins like the devil as he moves towards you. Gripping your hair and pulling your head backwards towards his cock, your nose presses to his balls as your neck bends off the end of the table.
Bo smacks his hot, red tip of his dick against your lips. A command to open up. You obey, and he shoves his cock down your throat.