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Wendy's Best Friend. Starring Melissa Moore
Directed by JohnM
His daughter-in-law, Wendy's hottest buddy was dead
for Five hours now. Melissa was still, on the sofa in repose and he observed her. The chicks would be home in a duo hours-he had time. So, he went for lush 2. She was still new, still super-hot and highly, highly fabulous. He torn up her all the ways he could think of before eventually sitting her up and nailing her humid facehole until he crammed her facehole up with his steamy jizm. He let her fall to the couch, lifeless-cum trickling from her hatch and looked at her. Briefly, it would be time to take her out back, down the embankment and put her with the others. But for now, he just observed her. He expected his jiggly daughter-in-law would not miss her hottest mate. She most likely would. But, Melissa was too edible to pass up.
Earlier that day, she was alive and waiting in his living apartment. He had arranged this day however careful planning. His wifey and daughter-in-law were in the next town at the fresh outlet center. They would be gone for hours and Melissa, on the pretense that she was supposed to meet Wendy at her palace, waited semi-patiently.
He had the bounty of gab, and however careful wording, and the suggest of money, he persuaded her to model for him.
She was so handsome. He was not sure he was going to kill her. But, after eyeing her switch in and out of a few undergarments combinations, he was sure. Now it was time for phase Two.
She was a tiny averse, but like all youthfull twenty yr olds, she was in need of money. The premise was plain. He bound her to the couch and packaged a belt around her to "pose" for the "Damsel in Distress" pictures. Only, once he had her where he dreamed her, he gasped the boinking fuckslut out.
With her unconscious, he took instantaneous liberty by tearing up her gullet. This of course woke her up, but he gasped her out with his chisel.
Afterwards, she was on the bed-still unconscious. He leisurely fumbled and munched her youthfull flesh. Once she woke up, he banged by force her in many postures. She was an emotional mud and he was rock-hard as a rock and well-prepped for the finale.
Face down, and hands corded to the sofa, he screwed her downward rear end as he packaged his belt around her neck
, gasping her near unconscious. When he got fatigued of that, he packaged a nylon tights around her neck
to conclude her.
She was so powerless, but life came back when she realized he was attempting to kill her. She fought for a few minutes before ultimately giving way to having no air. He kept plowing her dead
figure, sexually aroused about what he was going to do with and to her for the next few hours.