Wanda lay on her stomach. Her butt pushed into bobby's crotch hard. Bobby's hands pushed down into her shoulder while he humped.
"OH GOD, FUCK ME YOU FAT BASTARD!" Wanda yelled.
"Tell me you love my dick. TELL ME!" Bobby demanded.
"OH GOD BOBBY, I LOVE YOUR DICK!"
Bobby then pulled his dick out of her vagina got off the bed, and sat on a chair that was positioned near an opened window. He lit a cigarette and blew its smoke out the window. Wanda sat up on the bed. She dug her fingers into her cunt then put them up to her face. She gave them a big whiff.
"You didn't cum into my pussy did you?" She asked.
"No, I didn't come at all. I needed a break. I needed a smoke."
"I like it when you talk nasty."
"Do you?"
"Yeah, and I like it when you lick my asshole." Bobby didn't remember licking her asshole, but that was what he normally did before humping. He liked butts. He liked every aspect of butts, the way they looked, the way they tasted, everything.
"Hey Wanda, how did you get up here?" Bobby asked realizing that humping her from behind was the last thing he remembered.
"I don't remember."
"The last thin I remember is being at some party and punching this kids stereo. The music stopped then everyone looked at me like I was some kind of nut case."
"You punched a stereo?"
"Yup..."
