CALLUM'S POV The first masked guy stood up and ripped his shirt off, abs clenching like he was about to fuck the life out of someone. He shoved his jeans down too, letting his beautiful massive rod out, piss hole already leaking like a broken faucet. Fuck!! He was as thick as my wrist, veins mapping his meaty length. The wife stared at his weapon, lips trembling. Her eyes showed fear and hint of hunger. "It's too...big....Your cock wouldn't fit in my tight little cunt." She whimpered, slick leaking down her trembling thighs. He didn't answer her, just grabbed her ankles and positioned her at the edge of the bed, legs wide open like a cheap whore. He pushed her flimsy thong aside. The camera zoomed in on her dripping swollen cunt, lips shiny and pouty. He quickly lined up and slammed in—balls deep in one vicious thrust. She wailed, trying to run away from the fuck staff invading her tight pussy. "Fuck....get it out....get it out....you're ruining my cunt!" Her legs did
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