Some fat fucker with a skinny wiener plows her pussy

Amanda turned, swaying on her feet, and stared at a blurry form. She blinked a few times to make him come into focus, but he was moving to fast for her eyes to adjust. She saw a short, wide body come at her, but before she could see his face he'd pushed her back on the bed.

'You want me to fuck you, don't you, you slut?"

"Fuck me?" she repeated as the room swirled from the sudden movement.

"I thought so," he said, and she yelped a little as he pressed something warm against her pussy. "Hot to trot aren't you?" he asked.

Her brain, confused by two large doses of highly potent **** and whatever **** additive had been within them, seemed to connect this newcomer with Ross and his charade. Without thinking she giggled and nodded. "I could fuck all night long," she told him in her breathy acting voice.

"I thought so. Get ready to feel the train," he said.

"Are you in?" she asked, confused by the feel of his body against her but no penetrating sensation.

"Fucking bitch. He was right, you're loose as a cave," he snarled, somewhat unfairly. Amanda's pussy was still slowly recovering from Ross's thick dick, and having one scarcely thicker than a pencil shoved inside it didn't make for much friction.

"Dammit, you must fuck whole football teams every night," he grumbled, but pumped nonetheless.

Amanda giggled beneath him, saying, "I love football players! They're so big and hunky."

The stranger snorted, then grunted, moaned, groaned, and finally slumped on top of her, driving the breath out of her.

"Fuck!" he wheezed, slowly getting up. Amanda felt a slight rubbing sensation as he pulled out, leaving his jism deep within. "You're a lousy lay, but who gives a fuck. Hey, give me that," he said, snatching the dildo that Amanda had forgotten she was holding.

Grinning he took the large toy and pushed it against her pussy. To his consternation the thick phallus would only enter her slowly, but he heaved with effort and sank it deep within her until her lips closed over the end.

Amanda squealed and made mewling sounds the whole time, flailing her hands around uselessly.

"Feels good, huh?" he asked. Normally Amanda would've shook her head no, but with her head still telling her to play along she nodded enthusiastically instead.

"Figures," the guy muttered, stood, and put his tiny pecker back in his pants. "See you around, slut."

"Bye! Thanks for the fuck!" she called out after him, then sat staring at the ceiling. Something niggled at her, something she was supposed to do, but she wasn't quite sure what.