How The Grinch Gaped Christmas - Chapter 3
In a dimly lit fuck-den lurks one aching, desperate john, his raw cravings laid bare—he lives to bury his throbbing cock in the paid whores he craves. Everyone whispers but never admits the truth: his uptight ex never spread those pale cheeks for a proper ass-reaming. Moved by his desperate story, the filthy Ms. Alby Rydes drops to all fours, freely offering her slick, greedy asshole and begging him to pound it wide open, stretching her into a quivering, gaped wreck. Slipping inside his house I caught their nasty rut, ducked behind the couch with my pulse pounding, unable to look away. I couldn't stop myself—watching his thick shaft disappear into her ruined hole made my dripping Grinch cunt clench, so I shoved three fingers deep and started frantically rubbing my swollen clit. Their raw, no-strings fucking cracked something open inside me: the true meaning of Christmas hit like a lightning bolt—I should give my tight ass to every needy cock that wants it! A hot tear of lust rolled down my cheek just as their bodies locked and he pumped rope after rope of thick cum into her stretched bowels. Their final, messy orgasm barely finished before they both turned and caught the green, creeping anal whore crouched in the corner, pussy still twitching and ass begging to be next.
