Someone had the munchies

Nick let his grumbling belly lead him to the kitchen, noticing his druggy nephew had vacated the cabin. Cursing he slammed the fridge door closed, how could that skinny asshole eat all the food, he would get him back later. Thinking of what he could do, he smirked and calmed down to smother some stale, leftover toast with butter.

Walking with crumbs falling from his chewing mouth, Nick strolled back to his room to watch his prize. After setting up his video camera, he walked over to MJ and bent down to watch her pussy. He loved the sight of his cum leaking out and down her thighs, but his hug prick didn’t even twitch, he was exhausted. Chewing the last bits of his slice of bread, still tired, he lay down on his bed to eat and watch the beautiful redhead.

Yawning Nick lay his head back to take a well-deserved nap and recharge as his bitch took her punishment.

Nick lay prone on the bed, dreams of various beauties servicing him flashed through his mind, his red pet always in the forefront. Various ways to control the ravishing redhead flashed through his lurid dream.

Nick woke when he heard a light pounding on the cabin door. Bleary eyes looked at the bedstand clock showing it was only 12:30PM. He recalled his dream and had an idea of how to get at least part of it, or at least try.

Rolling on his side Nick looked over at his ****, now starting her second hour of punishment, and was pleased to see she was masturbating. Idly he considered that he needed at least one more bitch; he liked to wake up inside a wet hole and his three holes were currently being punished. Still, it was a beautiful sight and sound to wake to. He wondered how long that had been going on as his cock began to twitch and lengthen beneath his rotund belly. He began to think about getting himself hard then shoving directly into his bitch when the pounding started again. Who the fuck was it?

“Hope it’s spidey lover. Would love to talk to him while my bitch is in the bedroom.” Nick grumbled as he rolled out of bed, grabbing MJ’s discarded towel and wrapping it around his waist as he stomped to the front door. The annoying stray still pounding on the door.