“Ahh that’s it I’m going to come, come all over your big beautiful ass you stupid bitch.” He was jerking his hips his balls tight in their sack his hand an angry gripping clamp.” Dirty girls,” he gasped. “Stupid little slaves do your job!”
Ahieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
He erupted his ball tightening to stone his ass cheeks clenching as the come spewed from his tip. Three four great spurts all over the raised ass of Diora the white seed startling against her bronzed sweaty flesh. The fifth spurt was like a stream of post come remnants a clear long trail of liquid his cock spent for the time being. His filthy liquid dribbled like a river between her as crack over the curvature of her great ass dripping into a pool near her anus and pussy. Before beginning its long journey down the inside of her heavenly thighs. Diora could only pant in frustration looking to the ceiling feeling her ass caked like icing sugar with the man’s juices.
For a second or so floor the girls continue to fuck in a world of their own until they realise his entertainment had reached a crescendo and Cassandra embarrassingly pulled her new found cock from her friends sore steamed pussy. Then as she wriggled in sensation her hands turned her attached vibrator to off.
The undertaker staggered back towards the wall now exhausted himself. He wiped his sweaty face his body looking like he’d been painted gold. The girls were all silent, exhausted and for the first time in hours not amusing his sick mind. But it was only a moment’s respite before he needed to get back in control.
Putting the black hood over Diora was easy with her hands still tied to the table she kicked and bucked but went silent when the muffled hood was pulled tight with a cord.
Keeley tried to roll and get up running for the door but he pinned her to the steps pulling the cord making the hood bite. Once in her black world he spun her around a few times pushing her back into the room leaving her staggering hopelessly about in her sexy high heeled boots.
Finally he held the hood up to Cassandra who shook her head moving back deeper into the cellar her erect cock taping against her tummy as she stumbled back.
“I though we agreed that we could go once it was over.” She said forlornly.
He shook his own head in amusement.
“Back down on you’re knees,” he said quietly and the girl dropped in frustration giving an impotent whine. A quick tug and the cord hood was in place the third babe now in a black hell. “But it’s not over yet,” he whispered against her hooded head.
The undertaker had new plans for his babes and with all three hooded it would be a lot easier to get them into the positions he wanted without too much resistance.
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