Pussy Ass Bitch

Mickey Mod can still smell Jane Wilde on his skin. She used to call him when she needed muscle. Then she flipped and stole from him. Now he’s back to collect, and the scent of that wild black hair pulls him straight to her door. The take-down is quick. He pins her, cuffs her wrists, and makes her pack the cash into his pockets. When the last bill drops he unzips, and that big dick springs free right in front of her face. Jane’s lips part before she can stop them. She calls him a pussy-ass bitch, but the word barely leaves her mouth before he shoves between her teeth. One hard thrust and he’s buried to the root. Spit pours down her chin, drips off her small tits, and he just keeps fucking her throat until tears streak her makeup. Money still missing, Mickey drags her to the tub. He dunks her head, pulls her up gasping, then forces her under again. Each time she comes up she’s weaker, wetter, and more ready to give in. On the floor she’s on all fours, wrists bound, ass high. He slides into her cunt first, big dick stretching her open with every stroke. She moans like she’s starved. When she begs for her ass he switches holes without warning, sinking deep and pounding until she drools onto the floor. He flips her onto her back, legs spread wide. The vibrator hits her clit while he keeps working her ass. She jerks, shakes, comes hard, and he doesn’t stop until he’s ready. He pulls out at the last second and paints her stomach with thick ropes. Jane lies there catching her breath, eyes half-lidded, a crooked smile on her face. Then the smile drops and she spits the words one last time: “Get the fuck out, you pussy-ass bitch.”