The Routine
Two memories were burned into Lorenzos mind during his day in Beverly Hills. First was the sensation of Alan in his stomach struggling first to escape, and then just to stay alive while he fucked Alans girlfriend. The second was feeling the huge turd stretch his anus when Alans hard, partially digested, feces-encased bones were squeezed through the gaping sphincter rim, into the toilet. When he turned around to see what he did, his penis filled with surging blood into hard erection at the sight of the mangled, haphazard human bone fragments flecking his shit like kernels of corn. He was immensely satisfied with his new skill and power, and fucked Andrea again because she wanted it.
Her former boyfriend was in the toilet and she felt powerless to resist Lorenzo. His huge penis hurt when sex began, until their mutual secretion of lubricants made her vagina slippery, and pain turned into a pleasure to which she was uncontrollably addicted. She quickly reached orgasm and then swung from orgasm to orgasm in graceful, emotional parabolas until Lorenzo reached his climax and ejaculated. She never before felt a boys penis throb the way Lorenzos pulsed as it delivered rope after rope of thick, sticky semen deep into her female reproductive area. She wanted it again, and again, abandoning safe practices because her body wanted to be pregnant with Lorenzos baby.
Two memories were burned into Lorenzos mind during his day in Beverly Hills. First was the sensation of Alan in his stomach struggling first to escape, and then just to stay alive while he fucked Alans girlfriend. The second was feeling the huge turd stretch his anus when Alans hard, partially digested, feces-encased bones were squeezed through the gaping sphincter rim, into the toilet. When he turned around to see what he did, his penis filled with surging blood into hard erection at the sight of the mangled, haphazard human bone fragments flecking his shit like kernels of corn. He was immensely satisfied with his new skill and power, and fucked Andrea again because she wanted it.
Her former boyfriend was in the toilet and she felt powerless to resist Lorenzo. His huge penis hurt when sex began, until their mutual secretion of lubricants made her vagina slippery, and pain turned into a pleasure to which she was uncontrollably addicted. She quickly reached orgasm and then swung from orgasm to orgasm in graceful, emotional parabolas until Lorenzo reached his climax and ejaculated. She never before felt a boys penis throb the way Lorenzos pulsed as it delivered rope after rope of thick, sticky semen deep into her female reproductive area. She wanted it again, and again, abandoning safe practices because her body wanted to be pregnant with Lorenzos baby.