Model babe banged from behind in her bathroom by her stud

Misty The five & dime had closed hours ago. It was dark, and the only lights seemed yellow tits and distant. A limousine swept to a stop alongside the dark store, the trunk sprung open, and a well-dressed man stepped from the expensive vehicle. Muttering, "Fuckin' dog costs me thousands and ends up breeding worthless mutts!" He stepped to the trunk and hefted a weighty sack over his shoulder. As he reached the filthy side of the dumpster, he swung the heavy bag, slamming it against the steel. There was a yelp, followed by a few whimpers. There was simple silence after the fifth slam, blood showing through the hessian of the sacking. He threw the bag into the dumpster, without looking back and sighed. “Ah well... the insurance will doggystyle pay for a stolen bitch," he said quietly to himself as he climbed into the car and stepped on the gas. The rear lights disappeared as the car turned and headed back towards the freeway. Today, Misty had had the early shift – yeah, it was a shitty job – no, not career, a job. It paid the bills and left her time to study. While she fumbled in her purse, putting away her car keys as she turned the corner, walking past the couple dumpster towards the back door, a soft mewing caught her attention. "Oh, a kitten," she thought to herself as she grabbed a handy milk crate Hardcore and stepped onto it to get high enough to peer into the dumpster. A bloody sack lay on the dirty floor of the otherwise empty dumpster. The trash company had replaced their full unit with an big empty one after she had cleaned up after yesterday’s late shift. A single little head poked from the open end of the sack. It wasn’t a kitten! Misty scrambled into the dumpster. The sack was bloody, and her heart was in her mouth as she pulled the mewing puppy from the bag. She steeled herself and looked inside it. The inside of the bag as a bloody mess! What looked like a Shepard or Husky lay with her three puppies – all of them dead! I'd never been to one of these places, so I was surprised by how many Hardcore there were. SHE'S TOO MUCH! Tossing the empty mug away Anthony doggystyle took big the next one from Erica, who stepped tits back staring towards the ground unwilling to watch as he forced this glass down Annabelle's gullet. He loosened his pants and immediately felt Tom's hand slip inside and poke at his virgin hole. I shrugged, She didn’t go last night although they texted for awhile. Julie got him right to the brink and stopped. “Good morning, Wyatt. My tits heaved before me. My futa-dick throbbed. The most beautiful woman he had ever seen was now a corpse. that attracted her to follow his suggestion. “I couple know.” I said, kneeling beside the woman, “I should have told you beforehand.”