Page 397 of S is for SEX

In…out….in…out. Curl, curl….in out.

Holy mother of all that is Holy fuck.

Two.

Beth slurping and Dough moaning threw me off a little. I slowed my roll a bit and listened.

“Ahhh Dough rike a bro-job. Ahhh sucky Dough dickey, Beff. Suckey Dough dickey, Beff,”

Beff? Seriously? Jesus. I can’t take any more. Fucking Asians.

“Dough if you finish in her mouth I’m going to beat the shit out of you. Fuck me Dough, now. Fuck me,” I screamed as I placed my cum covered hand on the roof of the car.

I saw his silhouette move away from Beth. I felt his hands on my hips. His pelvis pressed against my ass. And….

Nothing.

His hips slapped my ass, and I rocked against the car with his thrusts, yet…

Nothing.

“Don’t look Christy, it’s bad,” Bethsaid as she stood.

She held her fingers about three inches apart.

Fuck. My. Life.

“Thick?” I asked in a hopeful tone.

“Not too bad,” she smiled.

“Yoe ass too fat. Dough no get ihhn. Too much ass foe Dough,” Dough complained.

“Fuck you, Dough. Beth, come here. Get down here between my legs and help him. Pull my pussy open, back, whatever. Stretch his penis. Do something. Get him in me, and verify it’s in - for the “D”. I need this,” I howled, frustrated.

Beth crouched between my legs, and got her head under my legs, looking up into my crotch. She reached up with her hands and pushed up and back on my lower stomach. Immediately she released her hand and shook her head. She reached back and grabbed my ass cheeks, and spread them.

“Oh, I can see the problem,” she exclaimed, laughing.

“Well?” I screamed, frustrated, my drunken head resting on the roof of the car as Dough’s hips beat my ass to a pulp.

“Get him to stop moving,” she said.

“Dough, stop!” I screamed.

He stopped moving, and held my hips tight.

“He’s too short,” Beth announced, her head between my legs, looking up into my crotch.

“No shit, he can’t even get in, said my ass is too fat,” I bitched back at her.

“No, his deal is long enough, he’s too short. His little legs. Well. His wiener is below your pussy; he’s just fucking air. You have to get shorter, or he has to get something to stand on,” Beth explained.

Fucking Asians. Jesus fucking Christmas.

I could see the shadow of Dough jacking his cock while he waited. I pushed my jeans down my thighs, and worked them down to my ankles. I raised my foot and kicked my jeans off to the side. I spread my legs about four feet apart, lowering myself to Vietnamese height.

“How’s that?” I asked.

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