Another Trouser Accident

Hopefully Ginni was deaf as well as blind. But he was past caring.

RRRRRIIIPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!! SLLLLLLAAAAAPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!

Predictably, the first thing that happened was that Ian’s penile beast surged free of its trousered cage once more, utterly annihilating Ian’s backup pair of trouser in an explosion of riven fabric and springing free once more. The monster cock, now rock hard, brimming with tumescent, fat veins and sputtering gouts of precum whipped up from his leg and hammered with a clonking uppercut into Laura’s jaw as it continued its upward trajectory, landing a solid swipe against the amazonian fitness whore and knocking her backwards on her ass.

The clublike fuck log whipped up and continued its rise, knocking Candy’s phone out of her hands and sending it spiralling into the air, with the slick, wet, glossy head smacking right between Candy’s tits, sliding under her t-shirt and surging up between her stacked cleavage. Candy’s eyes went wide in alarm as Ian’s massive meat missile surged through her gigantic, round melons and was throttled by the crew neck of the t-shirt so that the huge, smooth, round, slick glans kept going and prodded into her left eyeball, whereupon Ian released a gob of precum so fat into the busty whore’s face that it not only snapped her head back but the muscular pulse that ran down the column of fuck flesh sent a ripple through it that tore her t-shirt in half.

Ian grabbed Candy’s humongous, exposed fuck bags and planted his monster cock between them, ploughing them up between the bimbo whore’s cleavage and sawing the huge fuck tool between the solid, golden tanned orbs, making sure on every stroke that the meaty tip of his fuck piston surged up through them and battered the gorgeous treacle-haired nympho in the face. Candy shrugged off her ripped t-shirt from her arms and just as she was about to recompose herself, Ian grabbed his raging boner, pulled it with a wet, slippery sound out of her boobage and thrust it directly at her crotch.

RRRRIIPPPPP TTTTTWAAKKKK SSPLOOOOTTCHH !!!

He was in no mood for playing around. Ian’s ginormous fuckpillar was planted flush against Candy’s groin and busted straight through her wet-look leggings, spearing through the material and plugging her moist split, splaying her twat apart and driving up into her moist depths. Candy shuddered and groaned as Ian grabbed her and pulled her off the ground, and she swung her black-legging sheathed legs up around his ass as he pulled her into a standing fuck, hands clasped around her hips. Within seconds, Candy was wide eyed and screaming as she threw her hands around his back as his titanic meat pole slugged it out with her insides, the massage appendage a blur as it hammered inside her.

In just a few seconds, Candy was squirting like a fire hose as a *massive* deluge of juices guttered out of her clobbered cunt, spraying all over the floor in explosive and uncontrollable messes. Meanwhile Ian’s other colleagues were arranging themselves as whoreishly as possible for him, and as he glanced to the side, he could see Summer’s round, luscious, huge, curvy gorgeous booty still swaying in the air and being softly clapped at him while Miss Grayson and CC arranged themselves either side of the juicy rump, with Miss Grayson arching her back to make her tits jut out so that the buttons popped off it and CC scrolling the club dress all the way up her body to her chest.

WHUUUMP – two massive, perfect pairs of monster knockers were planted on each side of Summer’s bouncing booty as the whores leaned in together to give a lecherous, spit-swapping kiss before both of them sending lewd looks at Ian.

‘FUCKKKKK!!!!’

Ian was a man possessed. He literally *dropped* Candy, who landed in a heap on the floor, pussy continuing to squirt upwards like a fountain, and then swivelled ninety degrees to his right to slide his rampant cock right between Summer’s round, plump, perfect mounds of butt-cleavage, hot-dogging her curvy mounds of assmeat, where it was compressed above by Mrs Grayson and CC’s monstrous double-set of pumped-up cantaloupe fuck-spheres.

That was delightful, but it wasn’t enough for him and after a few threshing thrusts, he pulled the whole thing back, lined it up against Summer’s tight ringpiece, and jammed it all the way in to the gorgeous buzzcut bimbo fuckdoll.

‘O MY GAAAAAAWWWWWWDDDDD!!!’ Summer screamed, eyes going wide as Ian’s nineteen inch megacock impaled her booty, the monster meat lance surging up her tightest hole and spearing into her soft bowels, Ian rooting his rocket cock into her bunghole, more than a foot and a half of pure bulldick planted in her ass. On either side of her, Mrs Grayson and CC grinned and lightly spanked and jiggled Summer’s glossy glutes as Ian picked up the pace, a man possessed, and rhythmically pummelled the tattooed fuckdoll’s rectum with his arm-thick monster rod, grabbing at Mrs Grayson and CC’s torpedo tits as he did so, hands striving to encompass their rock hard, smooth, taut-skinned cans. Mrs Grayson and CC opened their mouths, extended their tongues and twined them around each other whoreishly as Summer gritted her teeth and grabbed onto the arm of the sofa in front of her as she was anally destroyed, massive tits swinging down as she too lost all composure and her pussy exploded in a spray of juices between her legs, making them wobble and shake.

‘Ian, the inspector going to be back in like two minutes!’ Mrs Grayson said, grinning as she ended her liplock with CC.

Ian looked down at Mrs Grayson’s devious look. Two minutes was probably being overly generous.

There wasn’t going to be getting out of this one. But Ian didn’t care.