Betty barely caught a glimpse of his face when she opened the door before he spun her around, tore off her clothes, and bent her over her own bean-bag chair.

With nothing more than a little spit, he’d lanced his massive cock up her tight, aching asshole. For the last hour, she’d been little more than a drooling, moaning, mass of pain on the end of his pistoning cock.

She hoped she’d get a second date out him. Maybe they could even do some of the rough stuff next time.