Verdicts

It was another storm. A bad one. Thunder rolled through the Lancaster mansion. In the courtroom, Douglas was making his closing arguments. In the mansion, Moses was buttfucking Elizabeth.

"You've heard about the negligence, about the intentional misconduct that the company used in harming the people of South Carolina. Not for a day. Not for a week. For years. Poisoning the waters, the ground. And they buried their hands in the sand, because they didn't know? No. Because they wanted to profit. You should do the right thing here, and give a judgment in favor of the class for $100 million dollars."

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"You know, I'm better than your cracker Daddy," Moses hissed into Elizabeth's ear. She nodded.

"Yes Daddy," she mewled. He was behind her, both of them laying on their side, her pregnant belly heavily swollen.

"I'm better than that little peckerwood. He ain't no father to your kids. They only know me as Daddy." Elizabeth felt tears trickle down her face. That was true too.

"You're right Daddy," she said, the only other noise the thunder, and his balls slapping her pussy noisily.

"You were made for me. Ever since your cracker Daddy went corrupt, you've been meant for me. My compensation. My reparations." She came at the word, so enveloped by him, so broken by his words and his training.

"Yes, yes, yes Daddy," she grunted, as he started to cum too, filling her ass with another load of seed.

"So divorce that peckerwood," Moses growled, as his large limp cock started to ease out of her ass. At that, her eyes went wide.