I didn’t see any reason not to slip my pecker up her cornhole. “Yeah. XXX I used to think Happy was a shrewish prude, but after I molested her in the middle of her husband’s church service, I discovered she was an adventuresome whore. “Don’t you fret now, sweetness. “Why do you ask?”
“Why do you think? “You gonna let me stick this up your cooch?”
“I…” she swallowed, and whispered, “Yes.”
“Then beg for it, slut.” My fingers squeezed her breast and pinched her nipples and I could hear her thighs rustling as she rubbed them together, trying to relieve the ache in her cooch. “Yes, daddy,” Happy answered. “He’s none too good at doin’ the math.” Happy and I were working on her third bastard. “It don’t taste that bad,” the bride muttered. Breathing heavily, I pulled my softening cock out of her ass and made way for Happy.
