Party Hostess

The magnificent giant was totally naked, facing the length of counter where Sharon would produce cakes and buns that were legend. But right now she was on her own kitchen counter top, sprawled on her back, hands tearing at her disciplined bob of hair, her clothes hanging off the microwave, her legs high, over Frank's huge shoulders, her hips hanging over the counter, impaled by a relentless pistoning prick that kept shoving her back and his hands like shovels pulling her back, her tiny cunt gaping in desperation to envelope the fleshy truncheon within her, juices squirted and loud farting noises emerged as she silently screamed. Her tiny breasts jerked and wobbled with each thrust, her face was contorted and each time she was pulled forward she licked at the rapt face of her lover, but as I watched, hypnotised, her eyes slipped from Frank's to mine and her tongue slipped over her lips in a gross mockery as the giant prick charged into her little girl cunt.