Hank fucks a whore

"Oh God yes," Lacy screamed, and not for the first time she wondered whether Hank would have a problem with her taking the Lord's name in vain. But with his hand in her hair and his cock in her pussy, he didn't seem to care about anything else.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," he said, over and over. He had stamina. The excitement from new, tantalizing lips wrapped around his dick kept him going. That, and Lacy's encouragement, to be sure.

"You like that young pussy?" she moaned with a wiggle of her butt. "Is it better than your wife’s?"

"Shut up about my wife!" he almost shouted. Angry, he pounded her even harder, slamming her face up against the mirror. Lacy was becoming obsessed with his expression. She loved that animal look. It made her laugh out loud, mixing giggles with moans. That only made Hank fuck her harder, either out of passion or because he thought she was laughing at him.

"God yes," she said. "You can do whatever the fuck you want to me, Hank, whatever you want. I'm all yourrrrs-" When the orgasm hit her again, her mouth got away from her. Now the only sounds she made were long, loud moans.

"You know what I want? You know what I want?" Hank asked.