She goes on the offensive and now the real challenge begins.

Ms.Nanci finally gets the door open, she quickly yanks you inside and slams the door shut. Causing the wall to shake and the wall hangings to tremble. You take a moment to soak in her living room. Even with the lights off you can see a lot of effort went into decorating the place. You notice paintings, frames of what you assume are filled with pictures. Its to dark to really tell what is all in the room. Suddenly your hair is griped by the claws Ms.Nanci calls hands as your head gets yanked back and you are slammed against the door.

“You think you’re cute don’t you?”Ms.Nancis voice was harsh, aggravated and impatient.

“Here’s what we do to cute things in this household.”Ms.Nanci hissed.

She finished her sentence with a sharp thrust inside of your ass, you let out an exhausted groan. A whole evening of ass play as left you worn out and numb. You can only guess what your asshole looked like at this point. Ms.Nanci was barbaric in her thrusts, the only thing on her mind was to cum and cum deep inside of you. Each thrust slammed your body against the door. Your poor penis was squashed in-between you and the door. Helplessly it leaked pre-cum lubing up the door and your stomach for a smoother ride.

Quickly Ms.Nancis cock started to throb and with one final thrust she unloads a thick wad of cum deep inside of you. She kept her cock lodged inside of you for a few minutes making sure she gets every drop inside of your ass before pulling out slowly.

“T-That was..great.” Ms.Nanci says in-between breaths.

Your knees wobble as you struggle to keep yourself up, Ms.Nanci takes your hand and leads you to a different room. You weakly follow her trying not to stumble and fall on your way. The lights are flipped on and you see a bunch of artwork and knickknacks decorating the living room. The style and design of the various objects are different though. It is as if some of the art was picked out by two different people.

Ms.Nanci noticed you staring at all the decorations and spoke up.

“You like it? Me and my housemate like decorating” she says nonchalantly.

(Housemate!?) You thought to yourself (I’m going to be shared with someone else?!) panic started to seep into your exhausted mind. You can barely handle Ms.Nanci, there is no way you can handle her and her roommate.

You go to speak up when you hear the doorknob start to jiggle.

“Oh there she is now.” Ms.Nanci says.