Friday night for most women meant being bent over in some strange man’s house or apartment while he worked out an entire week’s worth of stress on her asshole.
Catherine had been scooped up by some guy while on her way out to the bar. The pain of his cock tearing apart her tight ass was something she was sure she’d never get used to, like the sound of her own screams, whimpers, and moans.
“At least this guy is fucking me on his couch. I can’t stand the ones you fuck me into the floor,” she thought.
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