Antoine and Allie and Brooke

"That's right, baby, just stack up on top of her," Antoine said, holding Brooke's hand as she swung a leg over, her large breasts pressed into the back of Allie. Antoine sat back, stroking his eleven inch fuckmeat, surveying the two bitches. The more refined, classic beauty of Allie, his wife. The chipper, blonde fuckdoll that was Brooke. He truly had it all between the two of them.

He worked them both like puppets, sawing his fat cock in one pussy, then the other. He grunted though, pounding Brooke's tight pink slit, which clutched at him urgently. He couldn't hold it anymore, grunting and bellowing like the bull he was as his huge cock spewed thick seed into Brooke. But little did he knew she was off the pill herself.