Fred looked at the screen."I wasn't even sure Detroit still had a team." Ha!" Bill liked that one, obviously. He offered Fred a beer, which was polite...y refused, then started in on a well rehearsed spiel about what was wrong with the Bills that year. Fred only half paid attention. Part of him was suddenly flooded with memories of watching games with his mother. She had been the big football fan in the house, screaming at the TV and yelling at refs. During the glory days of the Bills, she'd plop. I look between my legs that he has splayed wide open and say, “Stop being a little bitch and fuck me!” My words have the desired effect. Ian slams his dick into me. I start to scream. I am so wet that I can hear my vagina squishing with every thrust of his hips. I arch my back off of the machine beneath me as it rocks my body side to side with his cock ramming me. “Who’s the little bitch now?! I wanna hear you say it!” Ian tells me, gritting his teeth. “Ah! Ah! Ah! I’m a little bitch. Ohhhhhhh. More

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