The King's Chamber
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bastard
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group sex
Dominant, attractive and white, Leroy - a sexist 34-year-old – thought that females are inferior, the exact reason he'd married the 32-y/o Sylvia, particularly because he rejected the institution as being sacred.
She was buxom, had reddish-blonde hair, fine legs and round haunches.
However, Sylvia quickly demonstrated her nasty desires and Leroy exploited her at The Scarlet Letter Club on an August, Saturday night when he ordered her to dress in panties, high-heeled shoes and a bra.
She did before he drove to the club where they entered a dining area.
In a few minutes, a waitress approached the couple and said, 'Alcohol isn't allowed. But I have tea and coffee. Which would you prefer?'
'Coffee,' Leroy replied.
'Coffee for 2?'
'Please,' Sylvia responded.
'I'll be right back,' the waitress answered as she went to the kitchen and soon returned with the beverages, then: - 'Albert's the club owner and since this is your first time here, he asked me not to charge you for these if you'll drink them in The King's Chamber. It's down the hall to the right.'
'Thank him,' Leroy said while carrying his and Sylvia's cups into the room without noticing a mid-20's white hunk following him.
'I'm Darrel,' he introduced himself.
'I'm Leroy; this is Sylvia, my slut-wife,' the husband informed the younger man.
'You're a slut, are you?' Darrel inquired.
'That's all I am.'
'Why do you tolerate her infidelity?' Darrel questioned Leroy.
'Her only purpose for existing is pleasuring cocks by the dozens and her adultery excites me,' the latter admitted.
'I'm not married, though I guess it'd excite me, too,' Darrel remarked as he groped Sylvia's udders.
'These are magnificent,' he complimented them.
'You're flattering me!' she smiled.
'I never flatter shameful women!' Darrel snickered.
'Yeah, and this one's a hooker!' Leroy grinned.
'You turn tricks, huh, Sylvia?' Darrel said.
'I'm a whore!' she confessed while Darrel shredded her panties.
Having rendered Sylvia half-naked, he removed his clothes, shoved her to the floor, knelt between her lush thighs and sank his 8-inched cock into her bowels, then looked up at Albert, the white, voyeuristic 50-y/o 'king.'
'Sodomize her!' he urged Darrel.
'Are you worth shit?' Darrel growled into Sylvia's pretty face.
'No!' she whimpered as he aimed his seed into her guts and withdrew from her.
Next, Leroy stripped, crouched and buried his 9-inched pecker her anus.
'Destroy me!' Sylvia begged him, with him obliging her until he came in her ass.
He scarcely discarded it before she had an orgasm.
Once Leroy and Sylvia had consumed their coffee, thoughm Albert crossed the room, ejaculated in her empty cup and poured jizz into her mouth.
'Swill that, harlot!' he laughed before he wadded a $50-bill into her vag.
Nonetheless, Darrel consented to pimping Sylvia and enjoyed selling her, considering that she, indeed, was 'worth shit.'
She was buxom, had reddish-blonde hair, fine legs and round haunches.
However, Sylvia quickly demonstrated her nasty desires and Leroy exploited her at The Scarlet Letter Club on an August, Saturday night when he ordered her to dress in panties, high-heeled shoes and a bra.
She did before he drove to the club where they entered a dining area.
In a few minutes, a waitress approached the couple and said, 'Alcohol isn't allowed. But I have tea and coffee. Which would you prefer?'
'Coffee,' Leroy replied.
'Coffee for 2?'
'Please,' Sylvia responded.
'I'll be right back,' the waitress answered as she went to the kitchen and soon returned with the beverages, then: - 'Albert's the club owner and since this is your first time here, he asked me not to charge you for these if you'll drink them in The King's Chamber. It's down the hall to the right.'
'Thank him,' Leroy said while carrying his and Sylvia's cups into the room without noticing a mid-20's white hunk following him.
'I'm Darrel,' he introduced himself.
'I'm Leroy; this is Sylvia, my slut-wife,' the husband informed the younger man.
'You're a slut, are you?' Darrel inquired.
'That's all I am.'
'Why do you tolerate her infidelity?' Darrel questioned Leroy.
'Her only purpose for existing is pleasuring cocks by the dozens and her adultery excites me,' the latter admitted.
'I'm not married, though I guess it'd excite me, too,' Darrel remarked as he groped Sylvia's udders.
'These are magnificent,' he complimented them.
'You're flattering me!' she smiled.
'I never flatter shameful women!' Darrel snickered.
'Yeah, and this one's a hooker!' Leroy grinned.
'You turn tricks, huh, Sylvia?' Darrel said.
'I'm a whore!' she confessed while Darrel shredded her panties.
Having rendered Sylvia half-naked, he removed his clothes, shoved her to the floor, knelt between her lush thighs and sank his 8-inched cock into her bowels, then looked up at Albert, the white, voyeuristic 50-y/o 'king.'
'Sodomize her!' he urged Darrel.
'Are you worth shit?' Darrel growled into Sylvia's pretty face.
'No!' she whimpered as he aimed his seed into her guts and withdrew from her.
Next, Leroy stripped, crouched and buried his 9-inched pecker her anus.
'Destroy me!' Sylvia begged him, with him obliging her until he came in her ass.
He scarcely discarded it before she had an orgasm.
Once Leroy and Sylvia had consumed their coffee, thoughm Albert crossed the room, ejaculated in her empty cup and poured jizz into her mouth.
'Swill that, harlot!' he laughed before he wadded a $50-bill into her vag.
Nonetheless, Darrel consented to pimping Sylvia and enjoyed selling her, considering that she, indeed, was 'worth shit.'
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