She’d just got back from grocery shopping, when one of her roommates stripped her, bent her over the kitchen counter, shot a tiny bit of lube up her ass, and started rage-fucking her.
He’d had a bad day at work, so she understood his needs, but she wanted to at least get the ice cream put away before it melted.
“Ah well… his cock is more important than my ice cream anyway,” she thought, giving herself over to her pain and his pleasure.
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