“Fuck! That hurts! Can’t- Can’t you fuck my pussy instead?” Marissa begged.

“I could, but I don’t want to and I don’t have to fuck you any way other than how I want. You know the law. I married your daughter and you’re a widow, which makes you my personal fucktoy.”

“I… I- Fucking hell! That hurts! I know…”

“Good. Now, tell your daughter over there how much you love it when her husband rails your ass.”

“Sweety… I- Fuck! I love the way his fucking cock feels in my fucking ass!”

“Good slut.”